Police.

The van slowed.

The driver stopped.

The Ghost Riders pulled over fifty yards away.

Nobody moved.

Nobody knew what was inside.

Then an officer opened the rear doors.

There was a pause.

Then the radio crackled.

“Juvenile male located.”

Jerome closed his eyes.

Another voice followed.

“Approximately ten years old. Responsive. Requesting EMS.”

Shade whispered:

“Lucas.”

The ambulance arrived.

Paramedics carefully carried a small boy from the van.

He was wrapped in a blanket.

His face was frightened.

But he was alive.

Lucas Keaton.

The Ghost Riders watched silently.

Nobody cheered.

Nobody celebrated.

They simply stood there.

Because everyone knew what the moment meant.

A little brother had been waiting.

And now he would get to see his twin again.

The suspect was arrested.

His name was Martin Driscoll.