“Dance!” she cried. “Dance!”“What? I’m in the living room.”She ran to him, damn near threw herself into his arms though he was standing without the aid of crutches. Her momentum nearly dropped them both to the couch, but he managed to stay upright, wrapping her in his arms as if he already understood she needed to be held.“You’re trembling. What happened? Are you all right?” he clipped out.“Yes, yes. It was . . . I’m fine. God . . . my God.”“Did you find the boy?”“Yes.” She nodded over and over again, searching for her voice.“Sit down,” he ordered, letting go of her just enough so she could take a seat.“There’s a body in a cemetery at the back of the Fowler property. It’s a few farms over. It’s not in a casket. No headstone. It’s just buried naked under the surface,” she gasped out.“You found a body in a shallow grave?”“It’s not even a grave, hardly.” She heard the half-hysterical note in her voice and drew a deep breath. She was clinging to him, feeling the heat of his body.
