Chapter Thirty-Three

“Bobby's not just back in Katie’s life," Luke muttered, pacing his living room as he rubbed his temples with force. His green eyes narrowed, and frustration etched lines across his face. "He’s up to something, and I need to know what it is." He stopped and glanced at the files scattered across his desk—documents and photos he’d spent weeks collecting. But it wasn’t enough. None of it was damning, just circumstantial nonsense that wouldn't hold up in any serious confrontation. Luke clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he realized he couldn’t do this alone. Grabbing his phone from the coffee table, he scrolled through his contacts until he found the name he needed: Ethan Grant, Private Investigator. His thumb hovered for a moment before he pressed the call button. The line rang twice before a deep, gravelly voice answered. “Grant here. Talk to me.” Luke wasted no time. “Ethan, it’s Luke Stuart. I need your help.” Ethan snorted. “Doctor Stuart. Didn’t peg you for someone