EGAN

He held Rome on his shoulder the next morning, burping him the way Primrose had taught him as he looked at his father-in-law across the table.

The man must have seen him a few times as a child, but he could not remember, he had been too young.

“There are several reasons why I have to let you go unharmed,” Angelo Barlos said. “First is for my grandson, then there is my daughter, and your grandmother.”

The man stopped and wiped his hand across his face.

“And you ...