I wasn't sure what those words sounded like as I bawled, but Virgil seemed to get the gist of what I was trying to tell him. He was muttering curses and banging around on something.

"I figured something like that was happening. Willow, listen to me. Go sit with Laura or take a bath or take a nap. Whatever. Just relax. I promise you everything will be okay. I'm tracking down something right now and then I'm coming over."

"He won't listen."

"He will listen to me. What day was it last week that ...