He Let My Father Die

Summary

The takedown went sideways. My dad, Deputy Chief Miller, was taken hostage shielding a civilian. Then the feed went live, broadcast by the scumbag who had a knife to his throat.

"You've got ten minutes," the man snarled into the camera. "Let me walk, or he's dead."

My hands shook as I frantically dialed Cole’s number. He was my father’s protégé, the detective my dad had personally trained. He was also the only person I knew who could get to that warehouse in time.

The phone picked up. "Cole," I choked out, my voice a raw whisper. "The address I just sent you—you have to go. Now!