Emma’s hands trembled as she stepped backward.
“What… what are you?”
The boy looked around to make sure no one was listening.
“I’m not dangerous,” he whispered. “They’re the dangerous ones.”
A black SUV suddenly screeched to a stop outside the bakery.
Three people in dark suits jumped out.
“Target located!”
The boy grabbed Emma’s hand.
“Please… don’t let them take me.”
Without thinking, Emma locked the bakery door.
The strangers pounded on the glass.
“Open the door! He’s stolen government property!”
Emma looked at the terrified child.
“Property?”
The boy slowly lifted his sleeve again.
“The tracker isn’t to protect people from me…”
He took a deep breath.
“It’s to stop me from exposing what they did.”
At that moment, every light in the bakery went out.
The tracker turned from red…
to brilliant blue.
And every phone in the city began ringing at exactly the same time.
