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Once Otto and Rachel had left Grant’s office, D’Antonio and Luther settled into their chairs.
“What the hell are we supposed to do with the stuff about Adam being in her head?” D’Antonio asked. He covered his face with his hands and leaned back in the chair. “A traumatized kid trying to make sense of things that can’t be made sense of, relying on… what—the magical?”
“The paranormal,” Grant corrected, but didn’t elaborate.
Luther wasn’t keen to jump in, either. He didn’t know what the hell to believe when it came to Adam Rutledge. He didn’t generally go in for superstitious mumbo jumbo, but he couldn’t explain how Adam had found the girl, nor could he explain some of the things he’d nearly seen on the mountain with him that night, things slipping in and out of the shadows. Whatever i
