Ryan's fists clenched so hard his nails bit into his palms. "She didn't just want custody. She was willing to let my son choke to death just to prove she was right."
"We have enough to hold her for questioning for forty-eight hours," Vance said. "Charge-wise, we are looking at unlawful surveillance, filing false reports, and reckless endangerment. But if we want attempted murder or felony child abuse to stick, we need direct evidence linking her to the withholding of the life-saving medication."
"I'll give you whatever you need," Ryan said without hesitation. "Everything I have, everything my family owns. Put her away."
"Ryan," Maya called softly from the bed. He turned to look at her. Her face was pale, but her eyes held a fierce determination he had never seen before. "She thinks she controls us because of the company. She thinks because you work for Whitmore Enterprises, you won't pull the trigger."
"The company doesn't matter anymore," Ryan said firmly, stepping to Maya's side and taking her hand. "Nothing matters except keeping you two safe."
Suddenly, Ryan's phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the screen. It was an incoming call from an unlisted number. He answered and put it on speaker so Vance could hear.