Tony POV

The police station had been a waste of time. Detective Morrison listened to my story about Sarah's threats with the kind of polite skepticism reserved for wealthy men complaining about their ex-wives. He took notes, made sympathetic noises, and promised to "look into it" with all the enthusiasm of someone reading a grocery list.

"We'll increase patrols in your neighborhood, Mr. Stark," he had said, already reaching for the next file on his desk. "But without concrete evidence of a ...