Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4 — The Pawn Ticket and the Police
David returned to the apartment at 1:30 AM.
He played his part flawlessly.
Through text messages, he kept me updated on everything happening inside our home.
He told me he had stormed through the front door, shouting about how unreasonable I was being.
He told Margaret that I had lost my mind, that I was hiding Emma at a coworker's house, and that I was threatening divorce.
Margaret, predictably, ate it up.
She comforted him, telling him he was better off without me, entirely focused on her own narrative of victimization.
Lauren didn't say much.
According to David, she seemed nervous but relieved that the attention was shifted to my "hysteria."
The next morning, at 9:00 AM, David sent me a text.
Lauren just left the apartment. She’s carrying her large tote bag.
She said she was going to get coffee.
I immediately called Detective Miller.
He was a family friend who had attended our wedding, a veteran investigator in the Chicago PD's property crimes division.
I had sent him the video file at 3:00 AM.
When he answered the phone, his voice was tight with suppressed anger.
"I watched the video, Sarah," Miller said.
"I've seen a lot of garbage in my career, but that..."
"I want to kick the door down myself."
"Is the plan still a go?" I asked, keeping my voice steady.
"It is," Miller confirmed.
"I have two undercover units tailing your sister-in-law right now."
"She just walked into a pawn shop on Milwaukee Avenue."
"We are going to let her complete the transaction."
"Once she signs the paperwork and accepts the cash, we have her dead to rights for trafficking stolen property."
I felt a grim sense of satisfaction wash over me.
"And my in-laws?"
"I have patrol cars on standby two blocks from your building," Miller said.
"The moment Lauren returns to the apartment, we move in."
"The warrants for child endangerment and assault are already signed by a judge."
I thanked him and hung up the phone.
I looked over at Emma.
She was sitting at the hotel desk, coloring quietly in a book I had bought from the lobby gift shop.
I had bought her a beautiful, soft pink beanie to keep her head warm.
She hadn't taken it off all morning.
"Mommy," Emma said softly, not looking up from her crayon.
"Are we going home today?"
My heart ached at the hesitation in her voice.
She was afraid of her own home.
"Yes, baby," I told her, walking over and kissing the top of her beanie.
"But not until all the bad monsters are gone."
"Daddy is making sure they can never come back."
At 10:45 AM, my phone buzzed.
It was Detective Miller.
"Lauren just exited the pawn shop," he reported.
"She walked out with an envelope of cash."
"My guys went in and secured the bracelet as evidence."
"She signed the pawn slip with her own thumbprint."
"She's heading back to your apartment now."
"It's time."
I grabbed my coat and my car keys.
I bundled Emma up in her thickest winter gear, ensuring she was warm and secure.
We drove toward the apartment complex, the falling snow blanketing the city in white.
I parked my car in the underground garage, right next to David's truck.
I left Emma strapped in her car seat, the engine running and the doors locked, not wanting her anywhere near the chaos that was about to unfold.
I walked to the elevator alone.
When the doors opened on my floor, I saw four uniformed police officers standing in the hallway, accompanied by Detective Miller.
David was standing with them.
He looked up as I approached, his eyes dark and resolute.
"She's inside," David whispered.
"She walked in five minutes ago, looking incredibly pleased with herself."
"Margaret is in the kitchen making lunch."
"Richard is watching TV."
"They think they've won."
Detective Miller stepped forward, adjusting his duty belt.
"Ready?" he asked me.
I pulled my apartment key from my pocket.
"I've never been more ready for anything in my life."
I slid the key into the lock.
I turned the deadbolt with a loud, metallic click.
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I pushed the door open.
The illusion of their safety was about to be shattered forever.
