Kendrick's POV
The moment I stepped out of the police station, the afternoon sun hit my face, but it did nothing to warm the ice sitting heavy in my chest. Mason walked beside me, silent and tense, while Kelvin kept cracking his knuckles like he was preparing to murder someone with his bare hands. Honestly, at this rate, I wouldn't stop him.
Then I spotted Gary leaning against his car, arms folded, looking like he'd been waiting for years. The moment he saw us, he pushed off the vehicle and marched toward us with an urgency that made my pulse quicken.
"What's with that face?" Kelvin asked him immediately. "Tell me you found something useful."
Gary didn't speak. He just brought out his phone, unlocked it, and held it up. "I had someone follow him."
"Follow who?" Mason asked.
"Curtis," Gary replied. "The real one."
My heart stopped for half a second. "Show me."
