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“Is Dallas here?”

There was a plaintive quality in her voice that touched him, even as he thought, “Clever girl.”

Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, is not on premises at this time.

Nixie knuckled her eyes, sniffled, and again he thought he should go to her.

“Is Roarke here?”

Roarke is in his primary office.

“I don’t know where that is. You have to tell me.”

Roarke rose, then sat back down as the computer relayed location and directions. Let her come to him, he decided. It seemed more normal somehow than having him intercept her, letting her know—though she was smart enough to know it anyway—that she was being monitored even while she slept.

He looked at the work yet to be done, rubbed the back of his neck. “Computer, continue searches, text mode only, internal save. No display at this time.”

Acknowledged.

He opened other work, his own, and began to refine construction plans on another sector of the Olympus Resort while Nixie made her way to him.

He glanced up, cocked a brow, offered a smile when Nixie stepped into his doorway. “Hello, Nixie. Late for you, isn’t it?”

“I woke up. Where’s Dallas?”

“She’s still working. Would you like to come in?”

“I’m not supposed to be up in the night.” Her voice trembled, and he imagined she was thinking of what had happened the last time she’d wandered in the night.

“I wouldn’t mind the company, since you’re up. Or I can walk you back to your room if you’d rather.”

She walked over to his desk in her pale pink pajamas. “Is she with the dead people?”

“No. She’s working for them.”

“But my mom and dad, and Coyle and Linnie, and Inga, they were dead first. She said she would find out who. She said she—”

“She is.” Out of my sphere, he thought. Out of my bloody solar system. “Finding out who is her priority. It’s the most important thing she’s doing. And she’ll keep doing it until she knows.”

“What if it takes years and years?”

“She’ll never stop.”

“I had a dream that they weren’t dead.” The tears spilled over, slid down her cheeks. “They weren’t dead, and we were all there like we’re supposed to be, and Mom and Inga were in the kitchen talking, and Dad was trying to sneak a snack and making her laugh. Me and Linnie were playing dress-up, and Coyle was teasing us. And they weren’t dead until I woke up. I don’t want them to be dead. They left me alone, and it’s not fair.”

“It’s not, no. It’s not at all fair.” He came around, picked her up so she could lay her head on his shoulder while she cried. This, he thought, was something a man could do. He could hold a child while she wept, while she grieved. And later he could do what he could to help piece her broken life back together.

“They left me alone.”

“They didn’t want to. Still, I imagine all of them are so glad you weren’t hurt.”

“How can they be glad when they’re dead?”

Terrifying logic, he thought, and carried her around the desk, sat with her in his lap. “Don’t you think that when you die you might go to another place?”

“Like heaven.”

“Aye, like that.”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” She turned her head, sighed. “But I don’t want them to be there. I want them to come back, like in my dream.”

“I know. I never had a brother. What’s it like?”

“They can be mean sometimes, especially if they’re bigger than you. But you can be mean back. But sometimes they’re fun and they play with you and tell jokes. Coyle played baseball, and I like to go to the games and watch. Is there baseball in heaven?”

“I think there must be. It could hardly be heaven if it wasn’t fun.”

“If I’d been in bed, I’d be in heaven with them. I wish—”

“You mustn’t.” He drew her back so she could see his face. “You mustn’t wish for that, and they wouldn’t want you to wish it. There was a reason you didn’t go with them. Hard as that is, you have to live your life and find out what it is. It hurts to be alone, I know.”

Her face bunched up like a fist. “You don’t. You’re not.”

“There was a time I was. Someone took my mother from me before I was old enough to know her.”

“Is she in heaven?”

“I’m