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Luther shifted in the driver’s seat and wondered if the department vehicle’s suspension needed work. It was relatively new, but took a beating on the rural roads. More likely, he was the one that was worn out.
He’d spent most of the day looking for Les, checking everywhere his brother might have gone: Les’s trailer, his friends, all the local bars and hangouts. Nothing. The only place he hadn’t checked was their father’s house, but Luther figured Pop was the last person Les would want to talk to right now. The man had a gift for cruelty, especially when it came to belittling his youngest son.
Luther had also checked the convenience stores and anywhere else he could think of, but no one local sold the green-wrappered candy. He knew it was time to tell Grant, but he still hadn’t been a
