“Feed Austin first.”

Lianna’s hands trembled as she took it.

She showed him where the warm water was kept by the sink, and for the next few minutes the corporate argument stopped — the attorney and the matriarch and the security men all standing silent in the small room while a mother measured formula and warmed a bottle and fed her hungry child.

The baby quieted, and drank, and settled against her arm.

And Corbin watched him, and thought about the number.