His fingers hovered over his keyboard, frozen just like his brain. Seconds before, Trick had been busy working, typing codes, and trying to crack into the government health care system database, searching for any information on the two strange pastors. But now he couldn’t concentrate.
The reason was simple, even though it was a little baffling. The sounds of Riona’s sharp cries poured over him like ice-cold water. It prickled his skin and made him twitch involuntarily. His bedroom door was ajar, so the noise poured right in and had him staring at it, unsure of what to do.
He could have stood up and closed the door, shut out the noise, but he couldn’t do it. The more distressed the baby sounded, the tenser his muscles got. Every cell in his body screamed for him to leave his room and inve
