
Daniel stepped closer. “What’s her name?”
“Emma,” the man replied after a slight pause.
But the girl shook her head.
Daniel crouched. “What’s your name, sweetie?”
The girl glanced up at the man, hesitating. Daniel noticed the way she gripped his hand—and the small flinch that followed.
“Let go, sir,” Daniel said, standing again, his voice firm.
The man’s smile faded. “You’re making this—”
“Now.”
Shoppers turned their heads. The girl suddenly shouted—words that made it clear she needed help.
The man bolted. Daniel’s voice rose as he called for backup and chased him through the aisles. Displays toppled, people moved aside, and the air filled with noise.
The suspect pushed through a back exit, sprinting toward a chain-link fence. Daniel shouted for him to stop, but the man climbed over and disappeared into an alley.
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