Detective Walker
I rushed to Laura, my heart pounding as I knelt beside her. Her hands were bound behind the chair, and she looked so pale, so fragile, like a ghost of the strong woman I knew.
"Aaron, it's Jude," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Jude's the one helping out the twins."
I cupped her face in my hands, feeling the heat of her skin against my palms. As I wiped away the tears that had carved a path down her cheeks, my heart ached for her helplessness.
"I know, Laura. We know," I replied, my voice steady even as my mind raced.
"How did you guys find me?" she sniffed, a hint of hope breaking through her despair.
"It was all Anthonia. We suspected Jude, and she planted a bug on him to trace his movements. We followed him here," I explained, focusing on the knots in her legs, my fingers trembling slightly as I worked to free her. Anthonia helped to free her legs when I was taking time
