The tension still lingered in the air like an unshakable fog as Andrew guided Luna away from the scene. Her body trembled slightly—not from fear, but from frustration. They had been so close. The killer had slipped through their fingers like a shadow, laughing at them before vanishing into the night.
She felt hollow.
"Luna," Andrew said gently, his hands resting on her shoulders as he turned her to face him. "You don’t have to do this anymore."
Luna looked up at him, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. "What are you saying?"
He exhaled, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "I mean it. This whole thing… It’s too dangerous. You don’t have to put yourself at risk again."
Luna swallowed the lump in her throat. "Andrew, I can’t walk away now. We almost had him. If I stop now, Carla’s dea
