The FBI tactical team swept through the gymnasium like a coordinated machine. Maya watched from the infirmary window as their flashlights cut through the darkness, as they emerged fifteen minutes later with a figure in handcuffs.
Him. The killer. Finally caught.
Agent Chen stood beside her, phone pressed to her ear, coordinating with the team. Dean Thorne had stepped out to handle campus security, leaving Maya alone with the reality of what had just happened.
It's over. He's in custody. I'm safe.
The thought felt foreign. After two years of running, of looking over her shoulder, of building walls to keep everyone out, it was finally over.
"They got him." Chen pocketed her phone. "Clean arrest. He's on his way to federal custody right now."
Maya's legs felt weak. She sat back down on the examination table, staring at her bandaged arm.
"What happens now?"
