SPOILER WARNING! This excerpt is a spoiler for Dry Ice.
I hadn't spoken with Sam in more than three months. The last time we'd been together had been at Adrienne's graveside service at Green Mountain in Boulder. I'd been at Jonas's side that day.
Sam had arrived late and hovered on the periphery of the gathering. At the end of the service I gripped one of Jonas's hands as he used the other to toss a fistful of Colorado clay onto his mother's coffin. By the
time I'd looked around for Sam, he was gone. He had not come by the house later for the reception.
I missed him.