“It’s been a week.” I felt the words leave my lips on a half-cry. “The lead we had went dead days ago, and I still don’t know what planet he is on now. There are hundreds and hundreds of them, Reggie. If he…” I didn’t finish it. I didn’t want to. “Tell me that you’d not feel it if he was with her? If she killed him? Look at me and tell me you’d not feel something.” “How would I feel it?” I snapped, holding my hand up and showing him my bare finger. “I gave it up, remember? For him. I feel nothing, Reggie. No spark or connection, just hunger and emptiness and…” Fear.
