just work.â
He studied her in morning light coming in through the front window. His expression was carefully neutral. âWell, he wasnât totally wrong, then, if you were working on something with Joshua.â
âIââ Calliope felt her eyes go wide as she turned and focused on him. âOh. God. I didnâtââ
âDidnât whââ
âJosh isââ
dead
âmissing.â She heard her voice shake. âThe police are still trying to figure out what happened.â
Tom frowned, pushing away from the wall and moving a few steps toward her. âHe called youââ
She nodded. âLast nââ She shook her head. âTwo nights ago.â
âThree,â he murmured. At her look, his brow creased. He extended his index finger. âLast night, you were at the club.â A second finger. âNight before, you didnât come home.â A third finger. âJoshua called in the middle of the night.â He turned his hand toward her, palm out, fingers still extended, and waggled them.
Calliope looked past the fingers at him. âI was at the office.â
His eyes slid away from hers. âI didnât ask.â
Heat bloomed in her face. âI was trying to help the cops with JoshâI was digging through files.â She scowled in annoyance. âAnd how do you know I wasnât here?â Her voice sounded loud in her own ears.
âYou told me to come by and pick up my stuff.â Tomâs voice was calm and quiet. For Calliope, that was one of the most annoying things about arguing with him. âI waited about an hour past when youâd normally get home, then I took off.â He stuck his hands in his back pockets. âI drove by after the show, but your Jeep was still gone. I went back to Seanâs.â His eyelids dropped, concealing his expression. âI wasnât stalkingâjust following orders.â
Tom wasnât the easiest person to read, but that small signal was at least something Calliope understood. She sighed. âIâm really sorry I said that, okay? It was just a joke. A bad joke.â
âItâs okay.â His mouth moved in an unexpected smirk. âIt is a little stalkery when you list it off all at once, especially when you throw in the Cullenesque sleep-watching.â He crossed his arms and faked a shudder. âNow I feel dirty.â
Calliope laughedâa genuine, cleansing thing that felt like washing her face with cold water. Tom spread his arms, head tilted and eyebrows raised. Calliope nodded, took two steps to close the gap, and wrapped herself in him.
Above her, Tom murmured something unintelligible. âWhat?â she asked.
He lifted his head. âDid your all-nighter at the office help?â
âMaybe.â She told him about the answering machine message and its impossible time stamp.
âJesus, they think heâs dead?â He squeezed her harder. âWhat kind of jobs are you two working on?â
She shook her head, her face still against his chest. âI donât know what this thing wasâI never had anything to do with it.â
âGood.â Calliope tensed in his arms, and he could clearly feel it. âSorry, I just mean itâs kind of crazy, you know? Even if heâs okay, the idea that he could be on a job that dangerousââ
âItâs just work.â She heard the defensiveness creep into her voice and hated it more than a little.
âYouâre not saving the world, Calli, youâre tracking down skip traces.â He gave her another hug, hard enough to squeeze the latent tension out of her. âThereâs a point where you have stop and say âThis is not worth my life.â â
âI know,â she murmured.
âDoes Joshua?â She pulled her head back and looked up at him, expression carefully neutral. âHeâs kind of a paladin, is