“I don’t know…” the little girl whispered. “Daddy says it’s a secret… but it hurts so much…”
Anna felt that something didn’t fit in that sentence, but before she could formulate another question, the call was abruptly cut off.
At the power plant, the silence that followed was heavy, as if even the fluorescent lights had dimmed.
The system confirmed the address of the call: a small house on the outskirts of the village of Brookfield, surrounded by fields and dirt roads.
Anna sent the alert to the nearest patrol, which was occupied at that time by officers David Ross and Michael Jensen.
“Possible snake attack,” he reported over the radio. “Young girl requesting help, potentially dangerous situation.”
The two officers exchanged a quick glance before turning on the patrol car’s lights and heading in the indicated direction.
As they drove along the country road, the light rain that was beginning to fall turned the windshield into a blurry screen of reflections and shadows.
“Snake attack?” Jensen murmured. “It’s not something we hear about every day.”
Ross nodded seriously while keeping his hands firmly on the steering wheel.
“Whatever it was, that girl was terrified,” he replied. “Let’s get there quickly.”
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