He strode through the lounge area and on to the locker room. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Morelli’s big form rise from the sofa and follow. He continued, ignoring both him and Pearce, who shut the door behind the three of them. Luke shot them a glance and then spun toward his locker. He opened it with more force than necessary and it smacked the adjoining locker with a metallic crash. “Problems, Lucifer?” At that moment, he seriously felt like the entity he was nicknamed after. Only a devil would hurt a woman like Josie. What the hell had he done? Broke her heart and fixed it so she’ll never speak to me again. Without answering his captain, Luke shoved his duffle bag into the bottom of his locker and yanked his gear out to perform his routine check for wear. Morelli circled him and Pearce closed in too, like two vultures on their prey. “Better tell us what’s going on, Luke.” Morelli wore a no-bullshit look that would ordinarily have made Luke laugh, especially if it was trained on any man besides him.
