My phone buzzed.
Home security notification.
FRONT DOOR OPENED — 8:47 P.M.
I showed Mills.
His face hardened.
Daniel had left the hospital.
And he had gone back to my house.
Police units were dispatched immediately.
I stayed at the hospital.
Every instinct screamed at me to go after him.
But Violet needed a father more than I needed revenge.
At 9:16, Mills received a call.
His expression changed.
“What?”
He listened.
Then looked at me.
“Officers found Mercer inside your home office.”
Harper gasped.
“With the black case?”
Mills nodded.
“But that’s not all.”
He turned his phone toward me.
A photograph from the scene showed Daniel handcuffed beside my desk.
The black case sat open.
Next to it was a second bag.
Inside were gloves.
Cash.
Two prepaid phones.
And Violet’s missing birthday necklace.
Harper whispered, “Oh my God.”
Mills continued.
“One phone contains messages between Mercer and the two suspects.”
My hands curled.
“What messages?”
Mills hesitated.
“Instructions.”
He read one.
“Girl gets home at 3:15. Alarm code 0612. Search office. Scare her if necessary.”
Harper broke down.
But Mills wasn’t finished.
“There’s another message.”
He looked directly at me.
“Sent after the attack.”
My stomach tightened.
“What does it say?”
Mills turned the screen.
Daniel had written:
YOU IDIOTS. I SAID SCARE HER. NOW HER FATHER IS HOME EARLY. GET OUT OF TOWN.
For fifteen years, people had told me the most dangerous moment was when a man lost control.
They were wrong.
The most dangerous moment was when he found it again.
I looked through the glass at Violet.
Then back at Mills.
“I want every message preserved.”
“It will be.”
“Every camera.”
“Yes.”
“Every person involved prosecuted.”
Mills nodded.
“That’s the plan.”
I looked at Harper.
“This doesn’t end with Daniel.”
She wiped her face.
“What do you mean?”
I remembered the black case.
The contractor.
The stolen equipment.
The investigation Daniel had been strangely interested in.
“He didn’t send those boys into my house for money.”
My phone rang.
Unknown number.
Detective Mills gestured for me to answer on speaker.
I did.
A distorted male voice said five words:
“Cross, you should’ve stayed deployed.”
Then the line went dead.
Mills stared at the phone.
Harper stopped crying.
And suddenly I understood.
Daniel wasn’t the man at the top.
He was the man they were willing to sacrifice.
Someone else had known exactly when I was supposed to return.
Someone else wanted that case.
And whoever had nearly destroyed my daughter had just made one enormous mistake.
They had left her alive.
And Violet had heard a name.
A name she hadn’t told the police yet.
