The men barely hesitated before shoving Daniel aside and bolting for the back entrance. Their panic was instant, their instinct to flee overpowering any fight they had left. Daniel stumbled backward, gasping as they ran. But they didn’t make it far. The barn doors burst open, flooding the space with blinding light.
Armed officers stormed in, weapons drawn. “Get on the ground! Hands where we can see them!” The shorter man skidded to a stop, searching for another way out, but there was none. The taller one raised his hands, scowling. The shorter one tried to flee—until an officer tackled him to the ground.