My teen daughter kept crying of stomach pain, but my husband snapped: “She’s faking it.” I secretly took her to the hospital. The doctor pointed at the

Then, Morris’s radio crackled loudly, a burst of static echoing in the quiet hallway.

What are they saying? Did they get him?

Chapter 6: A New Dawn

Thirty agonizing minutes later, Detective Morris reappeared around the corner. His posture was relaxed.

“Mrs. Carter,” he said, offering a small, reassuring nod. “He’s in custody. We apprehended him in the parking garage of his building. He’s being booked right now. Your daughter is safe.”