PART 4

SOMEONE WAS ALREADY INSIDE THE HOUSE

The floorboard creaked again.
Not upstairs.
Not outside.
Inside the house.
Every instinct I had as an emergency physician screamed the same thing.
Don’t move. Listen.
The room fell completely silent.
Even Lily seemed to understand.
She pulled Noah and Emma closer to her, wrapping her small arms around both of them.
The babies sensed the tension immediately.
Emma whimpered softly.
Noah began to stir in his sleep.
Sheriff Halden slowly drew his service weapon.
His eyes met mine.
“How many entrances?”
“Front door.”
“Back door.”
“Garage.”
“Basement.”
His expression darkened.

“The basement.”

I nodded.

“The emergency generator is down there.”

Rosa’s face went white.

“You don’t think…”

I already knew.

The power hadn’t failed.

Someone had shut it off.

Deliberately.

Which meant whoever was inside knew the house well enough to find the generator.

That eliminated random intruders.

This was planned.

Very carefully.

Halden whispered into his radio.

“Dispatch, this is Sheriff Halden.”

Nothing.

Only static.

He tried again.

No response.

“They’re jamming communications.”

I felt my stomach tighten.

Marcus hadn’t come here alone.

The floor creaked again.

Closer this time.

Slow.

Measured.

Like someone taking careful steps through the darkness.

Outside, snow continued falling.

The security lights remained off.

The entire property had disappeared into blackness.

Then—

A child’s voice.

“Daddy?”

Lily froze.

Every muscle in her body locked.

“No…”

She covered her mouth.

“No, no…”

The voice came again.

“Lily…”

It sounded exactly like Marcus.

Gentle.

Patient.

The same voice he used in public.

“I know you’re scared.”

Silence.

“You don’t have to hide anymore.”

Lily began shaking so violently I thought she might faint.

I knelt beside her.

“Listen to me.”

She couldn’t stop staring toward the hallway.

“That’s not my daddy.”

My heartbeat skipped.

“What?”

She whispered through trembling lips.

“That’s the voice he uses…”

She swallowed hard.

“…before he hurts someone.”

A chill spread through the room.

Halden motioned for everyone to stay behind him.

His flashlight swept across the hallway.

Nothing.

Empty.

But we all knew someone was there.

Watching.

Waiting.

Then—

The kitchen timer beeped.

Everyone jumped.

Three short beeps.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Rosa frowned.

“I didn’t set anything.”

Neither had I.

The timer beeped again.

Halden slowly moved toward the kitchen.

I followed despite every protest in my mind.

The flashlight illuminated the countertops.

Everything looked normal.

Until we reached the island.

There, sitting neatly in the center, was a single photograph.

It hadn’t been there minutes earlier.

I picked it up carefully.

My blood ran cold.

It was a picture of this very house.

Taken from the woods.

The date in the corner was yesterday.

Someone had been watching us long before Sarah arrived.

On the back of the photo, written in black marker, were five words.

YOU OPENED THE WRONG ENVELOPE.

Halden looked over my shoulder.

“This wasn’t Marcus.”

“You sure?”

He nodded.

“Marcus isn’t patient.”

I stared at the handwriting.

Perfect.

Precise.

Almost elegant.

Whoever wrote this wanted us to know something.

Marcus wasn’t the only person hunting Sarah.

The envelope contained more than custody records.

Much more.

I hurried back to the living room and opened the thick stack of papers Sarah had hidden inside.

This time I looked beyond the first few documents.

There was another envelope taped beneath them.

Smaller.

Hidden.

Sarah had never mentioned it.

I carefully peeled it loose.

Across the front were four handwritten words.

Only if Marcus finds us.

My hands trembled.

Inside was a USB drive.

Nothing else.

Halden looked at me.

“We need a computer.”

“The office.”

We hurried into my study.

Fortunately, my desktop computer was connected to a battery backup.

The screen flickered to life.

I inserted the USB drive.

A single folder appeared.

PROJECT HOLLOW CREEK.

The folder contained dozens of files.

Bank records.

Photographs.

GPS coordinates.

Emails.

Audio recordings.

And one video marked:

WATCH THIS FIRST.

I clicked it.

The screen filled with Sarah’s face.

She looked exhausted.

Bruises covered one side of her neck.

Behind her was a room I didn’t recognize.

She looked directly into the camera.

“If you’re watching this…”

She paused, taking a shaky breath.

“…Marcus has already found my first hiding place.”

She glanced over her shoulder before continuing.

“I don’t have much time.”

“If I’m alive, keep looking for me.”

“If I’m dead…”

Her voice cracked.

“…please save my children.”

She reached forward and held up another photograph.

My heart nearly stopped.

Marcus stood beside three men wearing expensive suits.

They weren’t criminals.

At least…

They didn’t look like criminals.

One of them was shaking hands with the mayor.

Another wore the badge of a state investigator.

The third…

Sheriff Halden suddenly leaned toward the screen.

“No…”

His face lost all color.

He recognized one of them.

“What is it?” I asked.

Halden didn’t answer immediately.

Finally he whispered,

“That’s Deputy Commissioner Richard Sloan.”

I frowned.

“The state police?”

Halden nodded.

“The second-highest ranking officer in the entire state.”

The room became silent.

Sarah continued speaking on the video.

“Marcus doesn’t work alone.”

“He delivers children.”

My entire body froze.

“What?”

Rosa gasped behind me.

Halden’s eyes widened.

Sarah continued.

“They hide behind charities.”

“They hide behind foster programs.”

“They hide behind political donations.”

“They’re not just hurting families…”

“They’re building a business.”

A tear rolled down Sarah’s face.

“I found proof.”

She looked directly into the camera.

“And now they want me dead.”

The video ended.

Nobody spoke.

Nobody moved.

Then…

Halden quietly removed his sheriff’s badge.

He stared at it for several seconds.

“I can’t call this in.”

“Why not?” I asked.

He looked at the photograph again.

“Because if the Deputy Commissioner is involved…”

He slowly set the badge on my desk.

“…we don’t know who we can trust anymore.”

Before anyone could respond—

A deafening explosion rocked the entire house.

BOOM!

Every window shattered inward.

The front door burst completely off its hinges.

Smoke poured through the entrance.

Emma began screaming.

Noah started crying.

Lily clutched both babies, terrified.

Then, through the smoke, a voice echoed into the house.

Calm.

Cold.

Completely unfamiliar.

“Doctor Pierce.”

It wasn’t Marcus.

“We’re not here for the children.”

A long pause followed.

Then the voice finished with words that made every person in the room stop breathing.

“We’re here for you.”