THE TRACKER
“It’s dark,” Lucy whispered from inside a cramped trunk.
“Stay quiet, honey,” Sarah urged. “We are coming for you.”
Back at the precinct, Detective Miller was staring at a forensic screen.
“We got a hit!” he shouted. “A fingerprint from the ransom note left on the counter.”
The name that popped up sent a chill through the room.
It was a local man with a mountain of debt and nothing to lose.
“He’s headed for the old industrial district,” Miller barked.
The SWAT team mobilized. Helicopters roared to life, their spotlights scanning the highways.
Sarah kept Lucy on the line.
“The car stopped,” Lucy whispered. “He’s opening the door.”
Sarah heard the trunk lid creak open. She heard a man’s grunt.
“Get out,” the man growled.
“NO!” Sarah screamed into her headset, though he couldn’t hear her.
The line went dead.
