Dog won’t stop barking at teacher — his instinct uncovers a chilling secret…

The voice wasn’t just a warning. It was a challenge. At the sheriff’s office, the FBI liaison, Agent Porter, had arrived from Dallas.

Bringing with him more heat than backup. Ms. Dana, he said. Pacing.

In front of the investigation board. Isn’t just a name. It’s a phantom.

We’ve been chasing this ghost for five years. No fingerprints. No financial records.

Just phone calls, burner accounts, and victims too scared or too young to speak. He pointed at the map behind him. Dots scattered across Arkansas, Tennessee, Georgia, and now Illinois.

Every confirmed sighting follows a pattern. She plants someone. That person builds trust.

Then a child disappears. Always the same profile. Young girls, seven to ten.

Single parent homes. Teachers or counselors gaining. Access.

Kane stared at the board, jaw tight. But she just slipped up. She mentioned Ranger by name.

Agent Porter nodded. That tells us two things. She’s paying attention.

And she’s scared. Kane stepped forward, flipping through the last known call logs from Carolyn DeWitt’s burner phone. You trace the number? Bounced off three towers.

Ended. Near a town called Marion Hills, Kentucky. Population 4,000.

One school. No police department. Just a volunteer sheriff.

Kane looked at Ranger, who was now standing. Alert. Like he knew something was already happening.

Then we go, Kane said. We go before she disappears again. Marion Hills sat tucked between two highways and a stretch of farmland.

It looked like every small town Kane had ever seen. Churches on every corner. A dairy barn at the edge of town.

And a school so old it still had a working bell tower. Kane and Ranger arrived just after sunrise. The air smelled like damp soil.

And grass. A dog barked in the distance. But it wasn’t the kind trained for this kind of work.

Sheriff Dean Metcalf met them outside the school. Coffee in one hand. Suspicion in the other.

Not sure what you’re expecting to find here, he said. We don’t get trouble like that. Trouble never knocks first, Kane replied.

That voice we traced? She was close. Close enough to be watching. Metcalf sighed.

You… Think someone here’s helping her? I think she could be here. Maybe not as Miss Dana. But she always finds a way in.

A teacher. A nurse. Even a substitute janitor.

Ranger sniffed the ground and began pulling toward the west side of the building. Kane followed. Inside the school, things seemed normal…