THE BILLION-DOLLAR NANNY OF THE MAFIA KING
"You have been operating on pure adrenaline since yesterday afternoon, and you are going to make yourself sick if you do not stay hydrated."
Kade looked at the plastic bottle, and then he looked up at my face. He pushed himself away from the steel door and walked over to the table. He picked up the water and twisted the plastic cap off, taking several long swallows before setting it back down.
"Thank you," he murmured, wiping a drop of water from his chin.
He picked up a clean cotton rag from the counter and grabbed the heavy metal slide of the Glock. He began wiping the dark residue off the metal parts, using the familiar, repetitive physical action to ground his racing thoughts.