I pulled out my phone and dialed Detective Miller at the Miami Police Department.

I had met him two years ago during an airport security seminar.

He answered on the third ring.

“Miller,” he said.

“This is Mark Collins,” I said. “I am at my apartment. I have individuals threatening my family.”

“Are they at the door?” Miller asked.

“They left a package,” I said. “They are targeting my sister’s husband for debt.”

“I will dispatch a unit to your building,” Miller said. “Do you want to file a formal complaint?”

“Yes,” I said. “But I need to move the kids first.”

“Keep your doors locked until my officers arrive,” Miller said.

I hung up the phone and looked at Hannah.

“Get the kids packed,” I said. “One bag each. No toys, just clothes.”

“Mark, I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.

“Do not apologize to me right now,” I said. “Move.”

She ran down the hallway toward the guest bedrooms.

I made another call.

I dialed Clara Henderson.

Clara was a retired airline administrator who ran the Safe Haven Network in Miami.