He could finally see past the microwave on the counter. Tommy wasn’t pointing at something. His index finger was on the START button of a large commercial blender on the counter in front of him. A small baby boy, no older than two months old, was stuffed into the blender’s pitcher. The blades sticking out of the mixer rod at the center of the pitcher cut into the boy’s flabby legs and abdomen. He was naked and unconscious.
Omg!
