"He has multiple cases regarding women trafficking, but he has a right hand who keeps him from going behind bars."
Yvienna's brows knitted together, her teeth gritted as she tapped her finger against the polished surface of her desk. The sound echoed faintly in the quiet office, a nervous tick betraying the storm brewing inside her. She listened intently to Dashylle's report, hanging onto every word about the man harassing Thalina. Each detail seemed to tighten a coil inside her, her jaw locking as she leaned forward, her entire body taut with controlled fury.
"So… this scumbag has no idea we're tracking him?" Her voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a whip.
Dashylle nodded, running a hand down his face as he massaged the bridge of his nose. "I'm sure he doesn't. Especially since I'm the one handling it."
"He's returning to this hotel next week," Dashylle added, his tone clipped, deliberate. "We need to speed up our plan."
