Chapter 8 - The Threat at the Door
Before Detective Ramirez could call for federal backup, the heavy brass doorknob of the front entrance rattled violently.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Heavy fists pounded against the solid wood door, shaking the frame.
"Daniel Mercer!" a deep, authoritative voice boomed from the porch outside. "Open the door! Federal Marshals! We have a search warrant for stolen corporate classified data!"
Detective Ramirez drew her sidearm instantly, gesturing for the two uniformed officers to take defensive positions near the foyer.
"Don't open it, Daniel!" Ramirez warned in a sharp whisper. "Federal Marshals don't show up unannounced without local police dispatch notification. That's a fake entry team!"
Vanessa cowered on the floor behind the dining table, her hands over her ears as the front lock groaned under heavy physical pressure.
Daniel looked down at little Emma, whose small body was trembling violently in his arms. He squeezed her tight, his protective paternal instinct flaring into burning steel.
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"They're coming for the drive," Daniel whispered, realizing Arthur Vance had sent his armed enforcers to finish the job tonight.
👉 What brilliant defense does Daniel have hidden inside his home to stop the intruders?
