“The little bald kid who is locked downstairs in the basement,” she said slowly, enunciating each word. “Right now? There’s a kid in our basement right now?” He was a great actor—the best in the world—but this act, this harsh tone, his bewildered eyes . . . it was throwing her off, confusing her fury. “Right now.” “Take me to him,” he demanded.
Bruh ehT?!
