Passengers groaned, muttered about being late, and shuffled in their seats. A few stepped off to stretch their legs.

But in the mirror, Tim kept his eyes fixed on the man in the back.

“What’s the problem?” the man snapped, his grip on the girl’s wrist tightening.

“Just routine,” Tim answered smoothly. “We’ll be moving shortly.”

The man didn’t relax. If anything, he pulled her closer.

And then, like an answer to prayer, red-and-blue lights flickered across the glass storefront. A patrol car rolled up, officers stepping out with calm, practiced steps.

Rescue in Motion