“Unit 24 is on its way,” Daniel replied over the radio.
The journey lasted just four minutes.
But for Claire, listening to the girl’s trembling breathing over the phone, it felt like hours.
—Emily— she whispered. The police are coming.
The girl let out a small sob.
—He’s going up the stairs…
Claire’s heart stopped for a moment.
—Emily…
But the line was cut.
The patrol car stopped in front of the house.
It looked like a completely normal home.
A white fence.
Freshly cut grass.
A swing in the yard.
Everything seemed calm.
Too quiet.
Daniel and Maria exchanged a glance.
Maria knocked on the door.
Five seconds passed.
Ten.
Finally, the door opened.
A tall man, about forty years old, appeared in the frame.
—Good evening, officers.
Her voice sounded calm.
Too calm.
“I’m Thomas Miller,” he added.
Daniel spoke directly.
—We received a 911 call from this address.
