Leon’s phone rang a little after six.
Thallia surfaced from sleep at the sound, disoriented by the unfamiliar room and the low murmur of Leon’s voice in the hallway.
“Argos.”
She couldn't hear the person on the other end, but Leon's voice turned serious.
“Where?”
A pause.
“Who found him?”
Leon listened.
“Keep everyone out of the area. I’m on my way.”
Thallia opened her eyes.
Him. He was still there.
The remnants of the dream returned with the word. Cold earth against her cheek. Falling water. Pain tearing through her neck.
She pushed herself upright as Leon appeared in the bedroom doorway. He was dressed except for his boots, his phone still in his hand.
“What happened?”
Leon hesitated.
Thallia caught it immediately. “Someone died.”
“County dispatch got a nine-one-one call
