Grace’s POV

As we pulled into the parking lot of the police station, I spotted Quinn's sleek black car already waiting.

She stepped out as we approached, impeccable as always in a tailored suit, her expression giving nothing away. But her eyes softened when she saw me.

"How are you holding up?" she asked.

"I'm okay," I said, managing a small smile. "Got some good news this morning, actually."

Quinn tilted her head, curiosity flashing across her face.

"We will tell you later," Hunter ...