They all stared down at the drawer. An extended struggle and spray of gunfire, the house destroyed and the Ukrainian mob heir dead in the next room. Through it all, the child slept peacefully. In another life, one of them would leave a glowing review on sss for those headphones.
Then, as babies do for no reason, it shifted in the wrong way and wailed.
Boom-Boom backed away like it was an IED. The Queen and Nick exchanged a look. But Ray didn’t hesitate. He picked up the child and put it to his shoulder, patting it on the back. He swayed back and forth, jiggling her bottom ever so slightly. With deft fingers, he unsnapped the base of the onesie at the leg and checked the diaper.
“She’s wet,” he said, as though he dealt with the issue daily. Then his movement stopped. The swaying, the pa
