The ground shook. A roar echoed. A pale hand emerged from the shadows, followed by a man’s furious face—eyes blazing with madness.

“You won’t take what’s mine!” the man screamed.

Michael ran. Stones fell as he sprinted up the stairs, dialing Detective Bennett.

“Detective,” he said breathlessly. “I need immediate backup. There’s a hidden tunnel beneath my house. An armed man. My daughter is in danger.”