Kurtis’s POV
James was a menace, a shadow that loomed over Lyra and Angela's lives for far too long. As I stood by the window of my penthouse suite, staring at the city lights below, the thought of letting him roam free even for another day was unbearable. Lyra’s safety wasn’t just a responsibility, it was personal.
“I’m not waiting for him to make his next move,” I said, turning to Detective Harper on the other end of the phone.
Harper’s voice was professional but tinged with determination. “We need solid evidence to make the arrest stick, Kurtis. What you’ve given us so far is compelling, but I need more to ensure he doesn’t wriggle out on a technicality.”
I clenched my fist. “Then you’ll have it. I’ll send over every document, every email, every recording we’ve compiled so far
