A pause. A silence that screamed the truth.
“He pushed past me,” she sobbed. “He took something. A wrench. He shoved it in his pocket and drove off in his friend’s car.”
The officer outside heard the commotion, or perhaps he just saw the shift in Logan’s stance. “Ma’am,” Miller shouted through the door, “stay inside! We’re handling this.”
Logan’s polite mask slipped. It didn’t just crack; it shattered. He stepped toward the officer, his fists balling up. “You can’t keep me from my wife! She’s having an episode!”
Miller held out a hand, his posture hardening. “Back up. Now.”
Logan lifted the grocery bag slightly. “I brought her the paperwork she wanted! See? I’m helping!”
The patrol car’s lights flashed, painting blue and red across Logan’s face. For a moment he looked like two different people—one calm, one furious.
And then came the second shock.
A notification popped up on Megan’s home security app—her backyard camera.
MOTION DETECTED: BACK DOOR.
