Felicity stood before him, mouth and eyes wide. Frederico sat on the floor to Morgan’s right, hugging himself and rocking. His teeth chattered and his entire body shivered spastically. “My God, he’s having a fit,” Felicity shouted. “Hold him,” Morgan said, springing for the bathroom. Felicity knelt in front of Frederico, gripping his shoulders. Seconds later Morgan crouched beside his partner. His left hand gripped Frederico’s hair and tipped his head back, allowing him to shove a rolled up hand towel between the boy’s teeth. Frederico’s head snapped back and forth. Morgan moved behind the boy, replaced Felicity’s hands with his own. She moved her hands to grip Frederico’s balled fists. “Relax,” she said, her voice soft and smooth. “Don’t fight it. Relax your muscles. Calm your mind.” She made eye contact and held it, speaking in the soothing tones of a first class con artist. She had removed all doubt from a dozen marks in just that way years ago. She repeated those same three short sentences, until they combined to become an almost hypnotic chant.
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