Chapter 6 - The Sheriff's Reckless Revenge
Back inside the hospital, Sheriff Vance slowly regained consciousness, groaning in sheer agony as his deputies helped him sit up. His lower jaw was horribly swollen, his lip split wide open, and blood dripped onto his crisp brown uniform shirt.
"Where is he?!" the Sheriff roared, his face turning purple with rage as he shoved his deputies away. "Where is that bastard janitor?!"
"He... he walked out to the parking lot, sir," Deputy Miller stammered, trembling under his superior's furious glare. "We didn't know what to do... he moved so fast—"
"You idiots!" Sheriff Vance spat blood onto the floor, clutching his broken jaw. "He assaulted a high-ranking law enforcement officer! I want every unit in the county on this right now! issue a felony arrest warrant! Call my son, Tyler, and tell him to get his friends from the high school football team. We are going to wipe that family out!"
Sheriff Vance pulled out his radio, shouting frantic commands into the receiver. "All units, code three emergency! Target is Caleb Vance, male, late 40s, armed and extremely dangerous! Shoot on sight if he resists!"
The Sheriff turned to glance into the ICU room, staring through the glass at seventeen-year-old Ethan, who lay helpless under the white blankets.
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"You think a single punch changes anything, janitor?" Sheriff Vance muttered under his breath, his eyes twisting with psychotic malice. "By tomorrow morning, your son will be in state custody and you'll be six feet under."
👉 Read PART 7 to see how Caleb prepared his counter-strike!
