CHAPTER 18
Police officers stormed into the cabin, guns drawn.
“Down here!” Jackson screamed. “Help us!”
He crouched on the floor, one hand on his father and the other on Reagan. The cops stormed down the steps, Officer Baker leading the way. They came across Jackson and his loved ones at the bottom.
“They need an ambulance,” Jackson said, his hands covered in his father’s blood.
Officer Baker pushed the button on her radio. “Roll a second ambo to forty-four fifty, West Miller Road. I repeat, we need a second ambulance at forty-four fifty, West Miller Road.” She glanced at the dead man lying across the room, and walked over to verify his status. She then knelt next to Jackson, examining the victims. “Jackson, I’m . . .” she began.
“It’s okay. I should have called you sooner. I was ju
