Majdi Mansoor and the Book of Miracles

JACOB averted his gaze as Tyler’s foot connected with the boy’s face. He could block the sight – but not the sound. A distinctive crunch, followed by an anguished cry, alerted him to the fact that the kid’s nose was probably broken. Jacob looked around nervously and silently wished he was a hundred miles away.

“Whoa! We got a gusher!” exclaimed Riley in macabre delight.

“Gusher …” chortled Mooch, his cherubic face a picture of innocent amusement.