Chapter 10 - The Truth
I screamed loudly in protest as the corrupt detective violently shoved me against the warm hood of his police cruiser.
Greg emerged from the dark woods, wiping blood from his mouth and smiling triumphantly at his captured prize.
He thanked the detective warmly, handing him a thick envelope of cash right in front of my terrified daughters.
Before the corrupt officer could lock the handcuffs, a massive convoy of unmarked black SUVs roared aggressively onto the highway.
Dozens of federal agents in heavy tactical gear swarmed the scene, completely overpowering the local, corrupt police force.
A high-ranking FBI director stepped out of the lead vehicle and ordered the immediate, forceful arrest of Greg and his mercenaries.
Sarah collapsed onto the pavement, revealing that she had successfully transmitted a live video feed of Greg's confession directly to the federal bureau from a hidden camera in her watch.
The corrupt detective dropped the handcuffs instantly, realizing his lucrative career of protecting billionaires was permanently over.
Paramedics rushed to our side, carefully removing the horrific medical device from Lily's shoulder and treating Sarah's gunshot wound.
Six months later, Greg and his entire network of corrupt doctors were sentenced to life in federal prison without the possibility of parole.
Sarah fully recovered from her injuries, and we pooled our resources to buy a beautiful, sunlit house right on the edge of the ocean.
Emma and Lily finally learned how to be normal, happy children, spending their days building sandcastles and laughing freely in the warm coastal breeze.
The nightmare was officially over, and our family was finally perfectly safe from the monsters who had hunted us.
That evening, I walked out to the wooden porch to collect the daily mail from our secure mailbox.
Nestled between the bills was a thick, black envelope with no return address and a wax seal of Greg's former parent corporation.
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I tore it open, my hands shaking violently as a sleek, burner cell phone fell into my palm and immediately began to ring.
I slowly answered it, and a cold, mechanical voice whispered, "We have the other child."
