An elderly man was driving his beloved granddaughter in his old pickup truck—but suddenly, their path was blocked by a gang of thugs! And when they caught a glimpse of something under her dress, they were utterly speechless

That evening, Alex called. “Daisy, want to meet up? I’m free early.” “Alex, I’ve got a headache. Tomorrow, okay?” Daisy said, knowing she was avoiding the truth again. The next day, Alex showed up unannounced. When Daisy and Nick, tears streaming, told him what happened, he was beside himself. “Daisy! Nick! Why didn’t you call me? If that car hadn’t passed by, it could’ve ended so much worse!” Alex fought back tears, clutching Daisy’s hand. “Those scumbags!” Nick fumed. “How many more will they rob?”

Alex stunned them with his next words. “They won’t rob anyone else. We’ve been tracking them for six months. Yesterday, we caught them. After you, they hit another car, but they got caught on a traffic cam. Nick, we’ll get your hundred grand back. But you and Daisy need to come to the station for a lineup to ID them.”

Daisy and Nick exchanged a glance. “Do we have to?” they asked in unison. “Yes, you do,” Alex said. “Nick, you faced them down on that road. Now you’re scared to step into a station with cops all around?” But their unease wasn’t baseless. The gang’s leader was the man with the bat pendant, same as Daisy’s. When his cold brown eyes locked onto Nick’s, it hit like a shock. Nick paled but steadied himself. “That’s him,” he said. The thug glared at Daisy next. She flinched but echoed, “That’s him.”

Later, Daisy brought it up with Alex. “Alex, that guy’s weird. He had the same pendant as me. I feel like it’s not just chance. Can we find out who he is?” Alex was baffled. “Daisy, why are you fixating on this creep? We got them. They’ll pay. So what if he has the same pendant? Lots of people probably do.” “It’s not just jewelry, Alex. It’s an heirloom, a charm. My mom gave it to me to keep me safe.” “Fine,” Alex sighed. “I’ll look into it.”

True to his word, Alex dug up info by the next day. “Max Reed, 32. Did time before for theft. Born in prison, raised in foster care, back in jail like it’s home. That enough?” “Who was his mom? Why was he in foster care?” Daisy pressed. Alex stared, incredulous. “Daisy, are you serious? I don’t have that!” “Would the orphanage know?” she asked. Alex’s patience frayed. “Don’t tell me you’re going to the orphanage over this.” Daisy nodded. “You should be planning our wedding, not chasing some thug’s backstory. Remember, we’re getting married this fall?” “Of course, Alex. But I can do both,” she said with a smile. Frustrated, Alex left, hoping she’d drop it by morning…

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