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🚨 HE PUSHED THE POLICE CHIEF’S DAUGHTER INTO THE MUD... BUT THAT WASN’T THE WORST PART. / Chapter 3 / 8

Chapter 3 - The Race Against Time

The next thirty minutes were a blur of screaming sirens, flashing red and blue lights, and total chaos.

Mia was rushed into the back of an armored medical unit, where doctors frantically hooked her up to emergency monitors. Jason, Mark, and Leo were thrown into the back of a blacked-out transport van, their wrists bound with heavy plastic zip-ties.

Inside the van, panic erupted.

"You idiot!" Mark yelled, kicking Jason’s knee. "You said she was a nobody! You said her family was poor!"

"Shut up!" Jason roared back, tears finally breaking through his arrogant facade. "How was I supposed to know my dad’s missing brother was a high-level fed?! My dad told me Marcus was a disgraced cop who went to prison!"

"Well, he doesn't look like a prisoner!" Leo sobbed, pulling frantically at his restraints. "He has armed soldiers with him! Jason, they're going to put us in jail forever!"

Suddenly, the van slammed on its brakes, sending all three boys tumbling forward into the metal partition.

The rear doors flew open. But it wasn't Chief Marcus standing there.

It was Jason’s own father—Richard Vance.

Richard’s hair was unkempt, his face pale and dripping with sweat. He looked terrified—not of the police, but of something far worse.

"Dad!" Jason cried out. "Dad, help us! Tell them to let us go! Marcus is crazy!"

Richard didn't move to unfasten his son's cuffs. Instead, he reached into his jacket, pulled out a small electronic drive, and stared at Jason with eyes full of sorrow and fear.

"Jason... what did you film on that phone?" Richard asked, his voice shaking.

"Just... just us pushing her!" Jason stammered. "We recorded her falling into the pond!"

Richard grabbed Jason by the collar, pulling him close. "Did you record her necklace? Did you film the silver medallion around her neck when she fell?!"

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