all Iâm saying.â
She nodded and leaned against him again. âHe knows. Heâs lectured me about it often enough.â
âMmm.â
âAnyway,â she said. âThereâs the phone call. Heâs not dead, even if he is in Iowa.â Tomâs low chuckle carried into Calliopeâs chest, easing her worry a fraction. âItâs worse than that,â she said, riding the momentum of Tomâs amusement. âThe only lead Iâve figured out might mean I have to go out there myself.â She let the statement trail off into a small laugh, but stopped when there was no answering sound from Tom. Around her, his arms had gone unresponsive, dead weight holding her down rather than a comforting embrace.
âGo out to Iowa.â It was a statement, not a question.
âMaybe?â The change in his mood left her off balance. âIâm not sure yet if itâs evenââ
âYou told me once youâd never go back there,â he said. â âNot for anyone.â â
Calliopeâs breath went cold inside her chest. She stepped back out of Tomâs embrace; he let her go without a hint of reluctance. âThat was something else entirely.â
He nodded, moving slowly. âWell, it was me.â He said the words the way someone might say mostly cloudy . âNot Joshua.â
Her eyes narrowed. âHe might be dead. Definitely in trouble.â
âAnd youâre running off to save him.â Tomâs mouth twisted, as though heâd just realized a new kind of pain. âRight into the same thing that he ran into. Blind.â
âI donâtââ
âNo.â He shook his head. âYou canât do this.â
She sighed. âListenââ
âNo.â He leveled a long, calloused finger at her. âFor once, you listen.â Incredibly, even now, he wasnât raising his voice; Calliope wondered if he even knew how. âYouââ His eyes came up to hers, and he stopped. For a few seconds, his finger continued pointing at her, then he lowered it. He took a breath as though he were about to say something, held it, shook his head, and let it out in a long exhalation. Calliope blinked when he turned to the door and opened it on the chilly morning.
âWhat . . .â She couldnât think of anything else to say, but it was enough to make him stop, at least for a second.
He turned just enough to look at her sidelong over his shoulder. âYouâve already decided youâre going,â he murmured. âI donât know if you know it yet, but you have.â He turned back to the open door, straightened his shoulders from his subtle, perpetual stoop, and stretched. His next words were spoken to the open morning air. âAnd youâre going for Joshua, pure and simple, and I donât know if you know that, either.â
Her throat grew tight. âThatâs not fair.â
âI love you,â he said, as though she hadnât spoken. âIâm going to be crazy worried about you until you come back.â He moved out onto the front step and turned back just enough to reach the door handle, without meeting her eyes. âSo, please come back.â
âTomââ
âI love you. Be careful.â
The door closed. The house might have been dead quiet, but Calliope couldnât tell over the pulse beating at her ears.
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When the phone rang, Calliopeâstill standing in the entry-way, staring at the doorâjumped as though sheâd been electrocuted.
She fumbled the phone out of the pocket of her jacket where it hung on the back of a chair. The screen displayed a number she already recognized, and she thumbed the answer button. âGood morning, Detective.â
âLikewise, Mââ He paused. âCalliope.â
âWell done,â she murmured, trying to inject some kind of amusement into her