The cold night air hung thick with tension as the police vehicles lined up outside Andrew Smith's luxurious mansion. Flashing red and blue lights illuminated the well-manicured lawn, creating sharp shadows against the white walls. Inside one of the cars, Inspector Davis double-checked the warrant before stepping out, his team following close behind. They had only one mission: to find Vincent.
Chantel, whose hands trembled with pent-up anger and worry, held her daughter Vivian close to her chest as she guided the police inside. She had been in this house before—many times, in fact. She knew every corner, every secret passage, and she wasn't going to let Andrew hide anything from her tonight.
"Search everywhere," she ordered, her voice sharp with determination. "Check the basement, the guest rooms, the study. He could be hiding him anywhere."
