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Officer Marcus Dunham’s hand dropped instinctively to the heavy polymer grip of his service weapon. The afternoon sun beat down on the manicured suburban asphalt of Evergreen, casting harsh glints off the windshield of the father’s sedan. Arthur Vance stood in his own driveway, a picture of immaculate domesticity—pressed khakis, a clean button-down shirt, and a smile that didn't reach his cold, calculating eyes. / Chapter 2 / 10

Chapter 2 - FLAME AND FURYThe hiss of the igniter tore through the quiet suburban afternoon.

Before Arthur could flick the wheel of the lighter, Marcus lunged forward, drawing his department-issued taser. With a sharp crack, the twin nitrogen-propelled darts pierced the thick fabric of Arthur's shirt. Electricity surged through fifty thousand volts, locking the man's nervous system instantly.

Arthur let out a choking, inhuman shriek, his body rigid as a board before crashing hard against the side of his sedan. The flare slipped from his twitching fingers, rolling into the dry mulch of the front flowerbed and sputtering out harmlessly in the dirt.

Marcus didn’t hesitate. He closed the distance in two strides, kicking the lighter away across the pavement before slamming Arthur face-down onto the warm hood of the car, securing the heavy steel handcuffs with practiced, brutal efficiency.

"Stay down!" Marcus ordered, his chest heaving as he keyed his shoulder mic. "Dispatch, this is Unit Four! Code Three backup requested to 441 Elm Street! Suspect in custody, domestic hostage situation involving two minors, potential arson and evidence destruction! Send EMS and crimes scene units now!"

"You're too late," Arthur wheezed, blood trickling from his lip against the metal of the car, a sickening, triumphant grin spreading across his face. "The timer is already running. By the time your buddies get here, the house—and everything in it—will be just another tragic accident."

Marcus spun away from him, his blood running cold.

He remembered Emma's words: The basement. That’s where Mom hid the evidence.

"Caleb, Emma, listen to me," Marcus said, rushing back to the doorway where the two children clung to each other like shipwreck survivors. "We need to get out of this house right now. Move!"

"No!" Emma shouted, her eyes wide with terror and sudden determination. "If we leave, the basement burns. Mom left the key down there. If the fire takes it, nobody will ever know what happened to her!"

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Marcus looked from the trembling children to the heavy, reinforced oak door leading down to the basement at the end of the hallway. A faint, acrid smell of accelerant—gasoline mixed with sulfur—was beginning to seep up through the floorboards.

Time had just run out.

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