Blue lights still washed across the yard as the fugitive was shoved into the cruiser. The officer turned on Daniel, fury in his voice. “I told you not to be a hero!” he snapped. “You’re lucky I was still circling the neighborhood. What if he’d slipped past me? What if he got away again?”
Daniel straightened, still shaking. “And what if he got upstairs? What if he reached my bedroom? I was the only line of defense between him and my family.” His voice cracked, but the steel in it was undeniable. For a moment, silence stretched between them.