Gary turned, his instinct flaring. He pulled her behind him just as the handle twisted and the door swung open.Floodlight poured in. Silhouettes filled the frame —shadows with guns raised, uniforms gleaming under white light. The emblem on their sleeves reflected across the dark walls.For a split second, no one moved.And then Gary heard it—an unmistakable voice cutting through the tension, steady and sharp.“Room secure. We found them.”It was Dorcas.Gary’s heart clenched. They had found the missing persons.But none of them had any idea who the man standing between them and the broken woman on the bed truly was.****************With its black steel, polite halos for headlights, and men arranged in what appeared to be funeral rather than rescue formations, the convoy parked like an accusation. Heavy boots crunched on the drive's gravel. The Lancasters, dressed in silk and pearls, could only stare for a moment before the sound of professional movement filled the house, a sound th