Rett

Nighttime enveloped the neighborhood, settling over the darkened streets of Desire. My pulse thumped as it raced through my veins, not from nerves, but the unmet desire to bring Emma’s kidnappers to justice and my wife home. The tips of my fingers tapped an undetectable rhythm on the armrest in the back seat of the SUV as Leon and I stared through the windows from our place in the shadows.

Twenty years ago, it would have been ...