A Night-Shift 911 Dispatcher Receives a Break-In Call for Her Own Home Address, Uncovering Her Politician Ex-Fiancé's Deadly Cover-Up
👉 Previous decision: You chose to steal a maintenance vehicle and drive straight to 1428 Elmcrest Lane to reach Chloe.
I scrambled through the flashing lights, pushing past the yellow police tape, my eyes fixed on the paramedics. The body. Was it Chloe? My heart hammered against my ribs.
“Maya!” Chief Detective Sarah Jennings, her face grim, pulled me back from the ambulance doors. “You can’t go in there. We need you to stay calm.”
I shook my head, my gaze tearing away from the ambulance to the lawn. Arthur Pendelton. He was being cuffed, his expensive suit disheveled, his face pale. Nearby, a burly man, clearly his private security agent, was also being led away in handcuffs. He must have been the intruder.
“He tried to retrieve the affidavit from the bushes,” Detective Jennings explained, her voice tight. “Pendelton was just outside the house when our units arrived. His agent was holding the girl.”
My head snapped back to the ambulance. “Chloe! Is she…?”
A paramedic, his face streaked with soot, emerged from the ambulance, nodding to another. “Pulse is back. Faint, but it’s there. She was down for almost eight minutes.”
My legs nearly gave out again. Eight minutes. Eight minutes of total oxygen deprivation. The words echoed in my head, a terrifying prognosis.
I watched, tears finally blurring my vision, as paramedics worked frantically inside the ambulance. They had restored her pulse. But what had those eight minutes done?
Detective Jennings gently placed a hand on my arm. “The evidence is safe. We found the guitar case. It’s all here.”
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