Chapter 19 - The Wellness Check

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Detective Elena Park did not waste time with pleasantries when she arrived at the Jenkins residence. I sat in the passenger seat of her unmarked cruiser, parked two houses down. Protocol dictated that I remain in the vehicle, but I needed to be there. I needed to know that the safety net I had built was actually going to catch someone before they hit the ground.
I watched through the windshield as Elena walked up the driveway, accompanied by a uniformed officer. She knocked heavily on the front door. It took four minutes for the door to open. A tall, visibly agitated man stood in the doorway, blocking the view of the interior.
I rolled my window down slightly, catching fragments of the conversation drifting across the quiet suburban lawn.
“My wife is sleeping,” the man said loudly, his tone laced with aggressive defense. “She cannot be disturbed. Doctor’s orders.”
“I understand that, sir,” Elena replied, her voice an immovable wall of authority. “But her employer requested a mandatory wellness check. I need to see her with my own eyes, or I will return in twenty minutes with a warrant and break this door off its hinges. Your choice.”
The man hesitated, his false bravado crumbling under the weight of Elena’s badge and unyielding stare. He stepped aside.
Ten minutes later, an ambulance pulled into the street, its sirens silenced but its lights flashing urgently. The paramedics rushed inside.
My heart hammered violently against my ribs. I closed my eyes, forcing my breathing to slow, reminding myself that I was no longer trapped in that bedroom. I was the one who sent the ambulance this time.
Elena walked back to the cruiser and opened my door. Her expression was grim, but there was a fierce light of victory in her eyes.
“She is severely dehydrated, and her surgical site is heavily infected,” Elena reported quietly. “He was withholding her antibiotics because they ‘made her too sleepy to talk to him.’ She is going to the hospital now. We caught it in time.”
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“And the husband?” I asked, my voice steady.
“He is currently in handcuffs in the back of the patrol car,” Elena smiled coldly. “The system works when you actually force it to.”