Back in his stark apartment, the burner phone buzzed. Alice Morgan's voice, light and lethal, drifted through the receiver. "You're looking at the wrong board, John. The queen isn't the prize; she's the distraction." She had seen the news. She knew the killer was an old ghost from Luther’s early days in the force, someone he thought he’d buried under a mountain of paperwork and regret.
The killer was in cuffs, but as Luther walked away into the night, the weight of the city seemed heavier than ever. He wasn't a hero, just a man keeping the monsters at bay while slowly becoming one himself. Ways to Enhance This Story Luther (2010–)
Should the story focus more on Alice Morgan’s involvement or Justin Ripley’s loyalty? Back in his stark apartment, the burner phone buzzed