He looked at the kid standing next to him, Sabrina’s dog at his side, and smiled. “Kruto, malen’kiy chelovek,” he said. Be cool, little man—even though cool was the last thing he felt. He should have known his father was already stateside. The asshole prided himself on being ten steps ahead of everyone around him. Why the hell wasn’t Sabrina answering? The kid mumbled something, so soft he wasn’t even sure he was speaking so much as breathing. “Ty chto-to skazal?” Did you say something? The boy looked up at him, concern ghosting across his face. “Rebenok plachet.” The baby is crying. Ben went still for a moment, head cocked toward the door. The modifications made to Sabrina’s house made it nearly impossible to hear anything going on inside. A small bomb could be detonated within its walls and no one on the outside would even know, but … “Vy uvereny?”
