The Outrage
Katie had been sedated; Molly was in one of the guest rooms with her. Neither had been hurt.
From the sound of it, Tony was in agony: his cries from upstairs could be heard there in the parlor. But I couldn’t hear Acevedo. “Where’s my baby?”
“In his room with his nurse,” the doctor said. “I’ve medicated him, so he should sleep for several hours. The nursemaid has been given instruction.” Then he hesitated.
“What is it?”
“The bullet’s still there. Inside him. It’s in the joint itself. I don’t dare try to remove it. I’ve sent for surgeons in Azimoff who specialize in very small children.”
The bullet still lay inside him? Even Dr. Salmon was fearful of removing it? I found myself on my feet. “I must see him. I must!”
“What you must do,” Dr. Salmon said, “is get these blood-
