The boy froze in terror.
“That’s not mine!” he panicked.
The officer grabbed him aggressively by the hoodie.
“You’re dealing drugs with a kid’s bike?”
The boy’s eyes filled with tears immediately.
“I just bought the bike yesterday!”
People started whispering around them.
Some recording.
Some backing away.
Then—
the officer suddenly noticed something strange deep inside the torn tire.
A tiny red light blinking.
His expression changed instantly.
Nearby, an older woman stepped closer nervously.
“That bike belonged to my missing grandson…” she whispered.
The entire street went silent.
Slowly, the officer reached deeper into the wheel and pulled out a folded piece of paper.
He opened it carefully.
All the color drained from his face.
“…oh God…” he whispered shakily.
The boy trembled beside him.
“What does that mean…?”
CLOSE-UP — the paper read:
“If you found this bike… they found me first.”
The officer suddenly looked behind the crowd like he had seen someone terrifying.
And for one horrifying second—
nobody on that street felt safe anymore.
Part 2?
