Luke stared out the window toward the south, the direction his buddy in airport security had told him the chopper had been flying before it dropped off the radar screen. Behind him, his brother, Matt, entered the conference room. Luke turned to face him, remembering the last time they’d conferred in this room. He was a local cop. How did he manage to keep getting caught up in all this Federal s**t?
He should be with Mann, pursuing leads in the Knight murder and leave this one to those with jurisdiction. He liked what he did, liked his circle of influence and was happy to stay within it. His brothers’ jobs gobbled up too much time. He liked to balance work and play. He was the mellow big brother, the one who was around when mom needed her lawn cut or his brothers needed their butts kicked.
