My daughter hadn’t replied for a week, so I went to her house—my son-in-law said she was away on a trip, but a faint sound from inside made me question everything

asset coercion. Victim is my daughter.”

His voice sharpened. “Where?”

I gave the address and added, “Come quiet. No sirens until you’re close.”

“You inside?”

“No.”

“Stay out.”

“I’m not stupid, Daniel.”

A pause. “That’s never been the problem.”

I hung up and opened my trunk.

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