The snap of the hard case was loud as I put my glasses away. Glenn punched the button, and I winced as Sara Jane’s recorded voice came into the silent apartment. “Hey, Dan. I waited an hour. It was Carew Tower, right?” There was a hesitation, then a distant, “Well, give me a call. And you’d better get some chocolate.” Her voice turned playful. “You’ve got some serious groveling to do, farm boy.”

The second was even more uncomfortable. “Hi, Dan. If you’re there, pick up.” Again a pause. “Um, I was just kidding about the chocolate. I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you. ’Bye.”

Sara Jane stood in the living room, her face frozen. “He wasn’t here when I came over, and I haven’t seen him since,” she said softly.

“Well,” Glenn said as the machine clicked off, “we haven’t found his car yet, and his toothbrush and razor are still here. Wherever he is, he hadn’t planned on staying. It looks like something has happened.”

She bit her lip and turned away. Amazed at his lack of tact, I gave Glenn a murderous look. “You have the sensitivity of a dog in heat, you know that?” I whispered.

Glenn glanced at Sara Jane’s hunched shoulders. “Sorry, ma’am.”

She turned, a miserable smile on her. “Maybe I should take Sarcophagus home….”

“No,” I quickly assured her. “Not yet.” I touched her shoulder in sympathy, and the smell of her lilac perfume pulled from me the chalky taste-memory of drugged carrots. I glanced at Glenn, knowing he wouldn’t leave so I could talk to her alone. “Sara Jane,” I asked hesitantly. “I have to ask you this, and I apologize. Do you know if anyone has threatened Dan?”

“No,” she said, her hand rising to her collar and her face going still. “No one.”

“How about you?” I asked. “Have you been threatened any way? Any way at all?”

“No. No of course not,” she said quickly, her eyes dropping and her pale features going even whiter. I didn’t need an amulet to know she was lying, and the silence grew uncomfortable as I gave her a moment to change her mind and tell me. But she didn’t.

“A-Are we done?” she stammered, and nodding, I adjusted my bag on my shoulder. Sara Jane headed to the door, her steps quick and stilted. Glenn and I followed her out onto the cement landing. It was too cold for bugs, but a broken spiderweb stretched by the porch light.

“Thank you for letting us look at his apartment,” I said as she checked the door with trembling fingers. “I’ll be talking with his classmates tomorrow. Perhaps one of them will know something. Whatever it is, I can help,” I said, trying to put more meaning into my voice.