SUPERNATURAL STEVE gazed at the Webleaks video as it ended, in the Children's Hospital recreation room. His hands removed the headphones, and he looked back for D’Andre.
The kid sat silently in the corner scraping up the last remains of his ice cream sundae. The other children of the ward squeezed in around to spectate.
Steve nodded back toward the hallway. “Let's talk about this.” He stepped carefully past the kids, nodding at them like Gulliver among the Lilliputians. “Hi there.”
The two reentered D'Andre's personal room.
Steve shut the door. “I’ll tell President Dragomir.”
D'Andre shook his head exasperated. “You don’t think he knows?”
“I really don't know.” Steve found his palms up, outstretched and pathetic.
“Well I do!” D'Andre seemed pissed off. “Don’t trust Dragomir, Steve.
