Off the railing, up the stairs, I reached the second-floor hall as Harlo began to break down the kid’s bedroom door. Aware that I was coming, he kicked harder. Wood splintered with a dry crack, and the door flew inward. Harlo flew with it, as if he’d been sucked out of the hall by an energy vortex. Rushing across the threshold, pushing aside the rebounding door, I saw the boy trying to wriggle under the bed. Harlo had seized him by the left foot. I snatched a smiling panda-bear lamp off the red nightstand and smashed it over Harlo’s head. A ceramic carnage of perky black ears, fractured white
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