Chapter 1 - The Syringe in the Shoe
Rain pounded the lobby windows just before four that afternoon while I finished a stack of reports. The station was nearly empty, filled with the hum of an old ceiling fan and the bitter smell of coffee that had been sitting too long.
Then the front doors opened.
Two little girls stepped inside holding hands. They wore matching gray hoodies, soaked jeans, and worn sneakers darkened by rain. At first, I thought they were simply lost. Then I saw the smaller child. She could barely stand. One arm pressed tightly against her stomach while she leaned against her sister for support. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow, and every step looked painful.
The other girl came straight to my desk.
“Can you help us?” she asked.
I moved around the counter and lowered myself to her eye level. “Of course. What’s your name?”
“Emma.” She pointed toward the trembling girl beside her. “That’s Olivia. We’re twins.”
Then her voice dropped to a whisper. “Daddy made her swallow something.”
Every instinct in me went on alert, but I kept my expression calm. “What did he give her?”
“I don’t know. He put it in her mouth and said it would make her good.”
Olivia slowly sank to the floor, curling around her stomach. I asked whether she could breathe. At first, she nodded. Then tears filled her eyes. “No.”
I immediately called for an ambulance. While I gave the dispatcher the confirmed details, Emma kept staring toward the entrance. She wasn’t waiting for help. She was watching for someone.
When I ended the call, she sat down and carefully removed her right sneaker. Her fingers shook as she pulled up the loose insole. From beneath it, she removed a small plastic oral syringe.
“I hid it,” she said.
“Why inside your shoe?”
“Daddy checks our pockets.” She looked directly at me. “He never checks our shoes.”
I placed an evidence envelope on the floor and let her put the syringe inside herself. A faded blue code ran along the barrel. At 4:17 p.m., I logged it into evidence. Then I entered the code into the pharmacy database. A prescription record appeared almost instantly. The name attached to it was their father’s: Marcus Vance.
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Before I could read the medication details, a heavy metallic click echoed through the lobby. Then another. And another. Every exterior door in the station locked at once. Magnetic security bolts slammed home, sealing the heavy reinforced glass panels into their steel doorframes.
Emma grabbed my sleeve. “He found us,” she whispered.
