as soon as she saw me. Tears welled in her eyes, but I saw no genuine remorse in them—only panic. “Daniel, please, listen to me. Mom was just trying to keep Lily quiet. She wasn’t supposed to be locked out that long, I swear! It was just a misunderstanding—”
“Shut your mouth, Claire,” I said, my voice dead and level. I hadn’t used that tone since our detachment days in Kandahar, and it pinned her to the spot.
I turned to Sergeant Miller. “What was happening in this house?”
Sergeant Miller pulled out a notepad. “Mr. Vance, when we responded to your emergency dispatch, we found your daughter locked out in the heat. When we gained entry, Mrs. Vance and her relatives attempted to block officers from accessing the second floor, claiming it was private guest quarters. We heard distress sounds from the rear bedroom and conducted a protective sweep.”






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