Twenty
A cheerful whistle made a counterpoint for the footsteps and took the tense from Matt’s shoulders. He lowered his gun. Alice, still on alert, looked a question.
“Luke,” Matt said briefly, shoving his weapon back in the holster.
“The big brother,” Dani said. “I forgot to tell you he called.”
Luke stopped in the doorway. He also filled the doorway, Dani noted. He seemed determined to take his “big brother” designation to its physical limits. Their relationship was obvious, he looked very much like Matt, though he topped him by about four inches and was less closed, more cheerful in aspect. Hands on his hips he looked at Alice, who still had her gun trained on him, gave her an appreciative once over and said, “I guess I need to quit threatening a federal agent.”
Dani exchanged a d
