The third siren hit that thin, high note that makes the neighborhood dogs answer, and that’s when the stroller slipped. One loose wheel bumped off Tasha’s porch step, rolled down her short walkway, and started picking up speed toward Maple Ridge Road, where morning commuters were already easing past the school zone sign. The man on the motorcycle moved first. He didn’t shout. He didn’t slam the throttle. He simply stepped off the idling bike, cut the engine with a flick of his thumb, and sprinte

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