When he had his shock, fear, and ultimately, anger, under control, he picked up Becky and walked into the front room with her. He sat on the couch and cradled her in his lap as Jon handed him a tumbler of Jameson. He downed the glass and handed it back to him. He gave him a second glass, this one brandy, and he nudged Becky.

“Here, sweetheart, drink this.”

She was still shaking, and it took a couple of goes for her to take the glass and raise it to her lips.

“We ...