Chapter 4 - The Hunt Begins
I grabbed the heavy pistol from the mud and pointed it directly at the bleeding officer.
"Do not move," I ordered, my voice trembling but absolutely furious.
Jenkins held his hands over his ruined nose, blood pouring down his chin.
"You are going to regret this, Sarah," he choked out.
"Where is my daughter?"
I stepped closer, pressing the barrel of the gun against his forehead.
"Your mother took her to the old lake house," Jenkins confessed through his pain.
"She is waiting for your husband to arrive."
My stomach plummeted at the mention of my husband, David.
I had tried to call David all morning, but his phone had gone straight to voicemail.
"Why is David going to the lake house?"
Jenkins let out a wet, cruel laugh.
"Because David is the one who planned this entire thing."
I felt the ground shift beneath my feet as my entire marriage revealed itself as a lie.
I ordered Jenkins to take off his handcuffs and use them to secure himself to the steering wheel of the cruiser.
Once he was locked to the vehicle, I threw his keys deep into the dark woods.
I turned around and sprinted down the muddy road toward the highway.
I ran for nearly two miles before I found an old gas station.
I used the payphone outside to call a local taxi company.
I paid the driver with a hundred-dollar bill I kept hidden inside my shoe.
I told him to drive as fast as he could toward the mountain lake house.
I stared out the window into the stormy night, gripping the stolen gun tightly in my lap.
I was going to save my daughter, even if I had to burn my entire family to the ground.
The taxi dropped me off a mile away from the property so they would not hear the engine.
I crept through the freezing rain toward the glowing windows of the large wooden cabin.
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I peeked through the living room window and felt my heart completely stop.
My husband David was standing over Lily, holding a large, heavy iron fireplace poker.
