He leaned over the rail and, as he reached for his tee shirt on the nearest box, he rested his weight briefly on the crib rail. It was immediately obvious that the spring-locks had not fully latched into the corresponding notches in the uprights. The drop side of the crib slipped down suddenly, no more than an inch, but with a screech like a locomotive locking its air-brakes, until the spring-locks on either end shot into the next set of notches with the clap of a steel-jaw trap slamming shut. There was no question about it now “ he was dead!
The girls in the next room fell briefly silent, then Kim could clearly hear the doorknob turning as Mandy haughtily demanded, “What’s in here, anyway?”