Corcoran O'Connor was pulled instantly from his sleep by the sound of a sniffle near his head. He opened his eyes and the face of his six-year-old son filled his vision.
"I'm thcared," Stevie said.
Cork propped himself on one arm. "Of what, buddy?"
"I heard thomething."
"Where? In your room?"
"Let's go see."
Jo rolled over. "What is it?"
"Stevie heard something," Cork told his wife. "I'll take care of it. Go back to sleep."
"What time is it?"
Cork glanced at the radio alarm on the stand beside the bed. "Five o'clock."
"I can take him,"...