Chapter 12 - Bringing Local Law Enforcement Into The House
I kept my firearm leveled toward the bedroom entrance while using my left hand to dial 911 on my cellular phone.
“Dallas Police Department, what is your emergency?” a calm dispatcher answered on the second ring.
“Yes, my name is Ryan Vance. I have an escaped federal fugitive inside the structural walls of my residence at 4428 Willow Creek Lane,” I stated clearly.
“Sir, remain calm and stay inside a locked room. Units are already en route to your location,” the dispatcher instructed.
Before I could hang up, the bedroom door slowly pushed open, revealing a tall, gaunt man standing in the doorway.
It was Marcus, holding a master keycard and smiling with cold, predatory amusement.
“Good evening, brother-in-law,” Marcus said smoothly, taking a step into the room with his hands visible.
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“Don't move another inch or I will fire,” I warned, keeping the barrel of my gun locked steadily on his chest.
Marcus chuckled softly, glancing at Caroline and then back at me without an ounce of genuine fear.
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