The headlights of an unknown vehicle swept through the broken window, blinding me.

The silhouette in the yard moved toward the open window.

I raised my weapon, my finger tightening on the trigger.

The light from the headlights revealed the face of the person holding my wrist.

My heart leaped into my throat.

It wasn’t Daniel.

It was the officer who had been sitting in the passenger seat of our SUV.

His eyes were cold, and he was holding a suppressed pistol in his free hand.

“Don’t make a sound, Captain,” he whispered.

“Or we both die.”

I held my breath, the metal of my gun pressing against his chest.

The rain poured through the shattered window, soaking us both.

The red laser dot reappeared, searching the dark room.

It swept across the desk, then stopped on the USB drive in my hand.

“Give me the drive,” the officer whispered.

“And I will let you go to your daughter.”

The headlight beams shifted, casting us into deep shadow once more.

In the distance, the faint wail of a siren began to rise over the sound of the rain.