She missed seeing someone who wasn't Monroe. James was essentially living in the downstairs bedroom at Danny's now, partially to keep an eye on her and partly because he really couldn't afford the rent on his apartment without his police salary. It had become clear that he was never going to be reinstated to the force. Harris seemed to have settled into his position nicely and for now it seemed that she'd gotten her sights off of Nightshade. Amelia was pretty sure that this was just a lull and that Harris would turn up again with some new way to dig into them. Amelia dialed Paco's number for the fifth day in a row, getting directed to his voice mail, which was too full to leave a message. Since she'd already sent a slew of texts, none of which had been returned, she just tossed the phone onto the table. “Cabin fever?” Monroe questioned from where he sat by the window. He was always by a window. Always keeping watch.
