Chapter Sixteen
“Why are we here, again?”
Luke pulled his arms over his chest and took in his brother Marcus, who was still wearing his sheriff’s uniform, having just pulled in in his cruiser. The dust settled in the parking lot of the concrete building surrounded by wire fencing. He heard barking from the back.
“Trying to make something right,” he said.
Marcus pulled off his shades and joined Luke beside his old pickup. He’d called Marcus and told him to get his a*s down there because he needed his help, and now his brother was staring at him as if he’d lost his mind. He gestured toward the building. “This is an animal shelter. I don’t understand—making what right? Again, why am I here?”
Luke gestured to the front glass doors, but Marcus just stood there as if he had no intention of
