Luke and his wife are dead. Just like about everybody else in the town. At least the kid's not sick. Maybe his brain-smarts are keeping him better, I don't know.
I haven't heard word one from the Sheriff about Iz, and I got told to go home and sit on my hands by some jackass in a jeep.
I don't know where she is, the car is still where I left it. She's not there. The deputy says there's no sign of her in the 'immediate vicinity'. They're going to keep looking, but it's hard with whatever's going on, I guess
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Tomorrow morning, I'll be heading to Purgatory to grab Danny and bring him home. So Luke'll be working the store. We'll probably stop at Der Waffle Haus for lunch, and should be back at around 6pm
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