Epilogue
“Luke, where the hell is my work bag?” Reid bellowed from the kitchen. “I need to get something out of it.”
“I put it over next to your desk in the study” Luke called from upstairs. “It always ends up there anyway, so I figured I would save you a step.”
Reid let out a huge sigh. “Stop moving my stuff. I have a system you know.” Reid tried
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