How an Eight-Year-Old Girl Named Emily Reached Out for Help on Maplewood Drive
We got a call from this address.”
His free hand went to his watch strap and gave it a quarter turn.
“From this address.”
“At nine fourteen tonight.
An open line, with a child on the phone.”
He looked past her toward the cruiser, then back at her face.
“Officers, my daughter’s been sound asleep since eight o’clock.”
Daniel had eased a step to the right, just far enough to see through the narrow window next to the door.