my daughter’s blood covering my hands.
Not relevant yet, I said. Send police. I need to report an attempted murder.
A small pause followed.
I heard the moment the person on the other end understood that the call had changed.
The security guard finally emerged from behind the glass.
He stopped when he saw Chloe, and all color left his face.
Ma’am, he said. Do you need—
Cameras, I said.
He blinked. What.
Bay 6. East entrance. Parking curb. Pull the footage now and preserve it. Do not overwrite anything.
