A pulse.
Weak.
Uneven.
But there.
“She’s alive,” I said.
The dispatcher answered immediately. “Sir, paramedics are less than four minutes away.”
Four minutes.
I had spent fifteen years learning how much could happen in four minutes.
“Stay with me, Violet.”
Her eyelids fluttered.
“Dad?”
The word barely existed.
“I’m here, baby.”
Her fingers moved against the hardwood.
Then she whispered something I couldn’t understand.
“What?”
Her lips moved again.
“Don’t… trust…”
Her eyes closed.
“Violet?”
Nothing.
“VIOLET!”
The dispatcher told me she was still breathing and warned me not to move her unless absolutely necessary.
Sirens finally cut through the neighborhood.
Paramedics came through the open front door with two police officers behind them. I moved aside because I had to, watching strangers kneel where I had been kneeling.
One officer introduced himself as Detective Aaron Mills.
He scanned the hallway.
“Anything stolen?”
“I haven’t checked.”
“Signs of forced entry?”
“No.”
His eyes moved toward the alarm panel.
I watched him notice the green light.
Then look away.
Twenty minutes later, Violet was being rushed to St. Joseph Medical Center.
I wanted to ride with her.
Mills stopped me.
“Mr. Cross, we need sixty seconds.”
“You have thirty.”
He glanced around.
“Initial appearance suggests an interrupted burglary.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“This wasn’t a burglary.”
“We need to investigate before—”
“Then investigate.”
I pointed toward the living room.
“Television. Laptop. Wallet on the counter. Violet’s tablet. None touched.”
Then the front door.
“No forced entry.”
Then the keypad.
“Alarm wasn’t damaged.”
Mills frowned.
“That doesn’t necessarily mean—”
“It means someone knew the code.”
His expression changed.
Just slightly.
Enough.
“Who knows it?”
“Me. Violet. My ex-wife Harper.”
I paused.
“And?”
I hated the next answer.
“Harper’s fiancé.”
“Name?”
“Daniel Mercer.”
Mills wrote it down.
My phone rang.
Harper.
I answered.
Her scream nearly broke me.
“Where is she?”
“Ambulance is taking her to St. Joseph.”
“What happened?”
“She was attacked.”
Silence.
Then Harper began sobbing.
“I’m coming.”
“Where are you?”
“At work.”
“Where’s Daniel?”
Another pause.
“I don’t know.”
Detective Mills looked up.
I ended the call.
At the hospital, doctors took Violet through double doors and left me standing beneath fluorescent lights with blood drying on my hands.
Harper arrived eighteen minutes later.
She ran toward me.
“Where is she?”
“Imaging.”
She grabbed my shirt.
“Who did this?”
“I don’t know.”
That was when Daniel appeared.
He walked around the corner carrying two coffees.
My entire body went still.
“Ethan.”
He set the drinks down.
“I came as soon as Harper called.”
I looked at his shoes.
Clean.
His hands.
Clean.
His face.
Too composed.
Then I asked, “Where were you at 3:30?”
Harper stared at me.