“The body’s gone.” Calvin didn’t bother with a greeting. “Just like you said.”
“Did you doubt me?”
“How was I supposed to believe you?”
The cant of his mouth might have been a trick of the light. “It’s funny how an artist can find faith in beauty, but not in the word.”
An odd choice of phrase, Calvin thought. But it didn’t change the fact that Matthew hadn’t answered his question.
“The police never identified him. How did you know that?”
“I’ve already answered these questions. Asking me again isn’t going to change what I said.”
When Matthew rose and turned to go back into the house, Calvin darted forward and grabbed his arm. He yanked him back, forcing their eyes to meet, but didn’t let go, even when he felt just how hard the muscle was within his grip.
“You said he wasn’t human. A
