Rex pressed his body against Liam’s leg, signaling heightened trauma detection.
“Ma’am,” Liam said, approaching carefully, “I need to ask a few quick questions.”
The woman instantly tensed. “We’re in a hurry. Our flight’s boarding.”
“It’ll only take a second.”
She snapped, “We have passports. What more do you need?”
The girl flinched at the tone.
Rex growled softly—controlled, warning, protective.
Passengers turned. Tension thickened around them.
“Officer,” the woman hissed, “you’re wasting my time.”
But Liam’s radio buzzed as a colleague reported something chilling:
“We’re flagging the woman in the blue coat. Multiple airports. Multiple kids. Possible trafficking pattern.”
Liam’s pulse surged.
He stepped between the woman and the children.
“Ma’am, I need you to stop walking. Now.”
She squeezed the girl’s arm so tightly the child winced.
Liam reached for his badge—
And the woman suddenly bolted toward the terminal doors, dragging the youngest child with her.
Rex lunged forward.
Because running proved one thing:
She didn’t belong to those children.
So who was she really—
and what was she willing to do to keep them silent?
PART 2
Rex launched ahead as if a switch flipped inside him—his sprint powerful, precise, and deeply intentional. The fleeing woman shoved through the crowd, pulling the youngest boy so aggressively that he stumbled and nearly fell.
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