He saw movement—small, fearful. A child’s head ducking behind the backseat.
Then the driver got out.
A tall man, maybe late forties. His shoulders were tense. He walked quickly toward the back door of the house without opening the back car door for the child.
Daniel stepped out of his cruiser.
“Sir!” he called calmly. “Evening. Mind if I have a word?”
The man froze. For half a second, something flashed across his face—panic, irritation, fear? Daniel couldn’t tell. The porch light flickered again, casting strange shadows.
“What’s this about?” the man asked, trying to sound casual.
Daniel nodded toward the car. “I noticed a child in your backseat. Everything alright?”
The man swallowed hard. “My niece. She’s tired. Long day.”
Daniel kept his tone friendly. “Mind if I say hello?”
That’s when the man snapped.
“She’s fine. She’s sleeping,” he said sharply. “You can leave.”
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