Chapter 2 - Dad Answers Carter’s Mocking Call
The phone clicked.
A man answered.
“Sarah?”
Carter grinned.
“No, sir. This is Carter Hale. Your daughter’s husband.”
There was a pause.
Then my father’s voice changed.
“Why are you calling from Sarah’s phone?”
Carter looked at Eleanor and smirked.
“Your daughter is having another one of her episodes.”
I tried to speak.
“Dad—”
A contraction tore through me.
I cried out.
My father heard it.
“Sarah?”
“I’m bleeding.”
The room changed.
Dad’s voice became calm.
“Where are you?”
“Kitchen.”
“Can you get to the front door?”
Carter’s smile vanished.
“Sir, she’s being dramatic.”
Dad ignored him.
“Sarah, listen to me. Help is coming.”
Carter laughed again.
“What are you going to do from your farm?”
My father answered:
“I’m not on a farm.”
Then another voice came through the speaker.
“Director Bennett, Alexandria dispatch confirms units are en route.”
Carter stopped breathing.
Eleanor stared at the phone.
My father said:
“Carter, my name is Thomas Bennett. I’m the Director of the United
States Marshals Service.”
Silence.
Then Dad added:
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“And you just admitted on speaker that my injured pregnant daughter is
being prevented from calling for help.”
