Chapter 2 - THE VEHICLE ACROSS THE STREET
Emma’s temperature reached 103.6°F in the ambulance.
Heat had pushed her already vulnerable heart into an unstable rhythm.
She had congenital long QT syndrome, the same inherited condition that had caused Sarah’s sudden cardiac arrest four years earlier. Emma’s monitor did not treat the condition, but it recorded abnormal electrical activity and alerted us when her heart rate or rhythm became dangerous.
At Hill County Children’s Hospital, Dr. Lena Brooks ordered fluids, cooling measures, blood tests, and continuous cardiac monitoring.
“She is experiencing heat exhaustion with dehydration and a sustained tachyarrhythmia,” Dr. Brooks said. “We have medication available if the rhythm does not settle.”
“Permanent damage?”
“Nothing suggests that yet. Getting her out when you did mattered.”
When I did.
I had arrived thirty-two minutes after Diana’s clipboard timestamp.
I could not stop calculating what another five minutes might have meant.
Emma’s rhythm stabilized after fluids and cooling. She remained overnight in pediatric cardiac observation.
Texas Ranger Leah Morgan arrived before sunset.
She had investigated two officer-involved shootings in our county and knew I would not appreciate soft questions.
She gave me none.
“Why was Emma alone?”
“My sitter, Denise Harper, was with her. Denise left at two thirty after receiving a call that her husband had been injured at work.”
“Was he injured?”
“No. His employer says he was fine.”
“Who made the call?”
“Blocked number.”
“You were scheduled off at three?”
“Yes.”
“Who had access to your schedule?”
“Dispatch, command staff, courthouse security, and anyone using the duty roster.”
“Diana?”
“Not lawfully.”
Ranger Morgan recorded my answers, then asked about Sarah’s flash drive.
Sarah had served as Briar Glen’s volunteer treasurer for one year. She resigned three months before her death after repeated arguments with Diana about reserve spending.
I had dismissed the dispute as neighborhood politics.
Sarah once told me the association’s books “didn’t breathe right.”
I asked what she meant.
She said money was entering one account and emerging with different names.
I told her to request an audit.
She said Diana controlled the board.
I told her to document everything.
Then Sarah died, and documentation became one more box I could not bear to open.
“Did she ever mention hiding a drive?” Morgan asked.
“No.”
“Could it contain HOA records?”
“Possibly.”
“Could Diana know it existed?”
“I don’t know.”
Mrs. Gable arrived with her son and a copy of her doorbell footage.
The camera faced part of my driveway.
At 2:42 p.m., Emma appeared near the broken flowerpot holding a small black object.
Diana entered the frame.
She seized Emma’s wrist.
Emma tried to pull away.
Diana dragged her toward the porch pillar, removed a chain from a rolling utility cart, and wrapped it around her waist.
The footage had no sound, but the movements were clear.
At 2:48, Diana took the flash drive from Emma and walked away.
She returned twelve minutes later carrying the clipboard.
“Where did she go?” I asked.
Mrs. Gable enlarged the image.
Across the street, partly hidden behind a live oak, sat a dark county SUV.
The license plate was unreadable.
The white lettering on the door was not.
HILL COUNTY SHERIFF.
The vehicle pulled away seconds after Diana approached it.
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I knew every unmarked SUV assigned to my department.
That one belonged to Chief Deputy Mason Pike.
