The shouts boomed through the lower level, followed by the heavy, synchronized thud of tactical boots rushing up the stairs.
Daniel froze, the crowbar still wedged in the door. His face went from murderous rage to absolute, paralyzing terror in the span of a single second.
“Drop the weapon! Drop it right now!” a voice bellowed from the top of the stairs.
Vanessa screamed, throwing her hands in the air and dropping to her knees on the hardwood floor. Daniel hesitated, his knuckles white on the iron bar, looking at the bathroom door, then back toward the stairs where three red laser dots instantly painted his chest.
“Drop it!..
The crowbar clattered loudly against the floorboards. Daniel sank to his knees, his hands slowly rising above his head as officers swarmed the hallway, pinning him to the floor.
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