Outside, Harris was picked up near a gas station. “This is a mistake!” he cried as he was cuffed. Neighbors gasped—he had always seemed polite, even helpful.

At the station, Ramirez laid photos of the evidence before him. Harris’s calm cracked. “Look, I never hurt them. They wanted candy, that’s all. I just like the company.”

Ramirez’s tone hardened. “Children don’t choose to be manipulated. We know about Millie—and she isn’t the only one.”

Hours of questioning passed before Harris finally confessed a darker truth. “I never touched them. But I was told to bring kids. Keep them quiet, make them trust me. I owed money. I didn’t have a choice.”

Ramirez pressed. “Who told you?”