Seconds later, two officers emerged, dragging a thin, disheveled man out the front door. His clothes were dirty, his hair damp with sweat, his eyes darting wildly. Kayla felt sick. That man had been hiding above her head. Sneaking around while she babysat. Listening. Watching. Mark’s jaw clenched as the officers led the intruder out into the open.
Kayla expected anger, maybe outrage — but what hit his face was something closer to stunned disbelief. Before anyone could speak, a car screeched into the driveway behind them. Sabrina jumped out, panic written across every line of her face. “No! Stop — please, don’t!” she cried, rushing toward the officers. “Don’t touch him!”