At console four in the dispatch center on Jefferson Street, the low hum of the monitor banks filled the room.

The static in the background of the open audio feed suddenly cleared, replaced by the sharp crackle of María’s radio.

“Unit twelve to central,” María’s voice came through the desk speaker, quick and direct.

“Go ahead, unit twelve,” Claire said into her headset mic.

“We have the child safe on scene,” María reported.

“Primary suspect is secured on the second-floor landing.

Code red is confirmed.”