Emma knew the neighborhood. Mr. Harris—Mark Harris, 45—lived two houses down. He was quiet, polite, and kept to himself. Hearing his name chilled her.

Emma gently assured the child, then dialed 911. When officers arrived, the girl identified herself as Millie Parker and repeated the story: Harris had invited her into his home with candy, warning her not to tell anyone.

Detective Carla Ramirez knelt by Millie. “You’re very brave. Can you show us which house is his?” Millie pointed toward a small white house with drawn curtains.

Within minutes, patrol cars surrounded the property. Neighbors peeked out in disbelief. Officers entered with a warrant and soon discovered disturbing evidence: candy bags beside a child’s hair clip, a pink sweater on the couch.

In a locked room, walls covered in children’s drawings, jars of lollipops, stacks of small clothing. Ramirez whispered, “My God…”