Chapter 39
39 Grant was quiet on the drive—too quiet. The silence gave Luther’s mind plenty of space to spin out scenarios around his future and Les’s, and none of them were good. He drove directly around back of the Command Center, where Grant had left the department cruiser, and parked. The deputy cut the engine. Grant removed his seat belt but seemed in no hurry to move. Luther sighed. He could keep pretending, but he knew it would only get worse. It was time. “So, you know about Les and Dorothy?” “Yes.” Grant scooted his seat back a notch and raised his knee against the door, like a teenager getting comfortable. “She’s not Leslie’s kid. All you have to do is look at her and look at Otto to know that he is her daddy.” “Luther—” “Look, I’m not condoning what Les did,” Luther said. He couldn’t
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