Rosario nodded slowly. She'd figured out it had been Clio in the burning building after Patrick had given her the title of the book she'd written for him. The True Life of Saint Patrick by Dr Kleio Femouz. Sure, it was possible there were two women with that name in New York City, but two women who Apollo would walk into a fire for? (Also, she'd checked, and there were no other women that she could find called Kleio Femouz.) "There's no middle ground with him, is there?"