After his father—ex-Marine Larry Duncan—was locked away in Fresh Meadows Psychiatric because of a violent breakdown, fifteen-year-old Curtis was forced to grow up overnight. With his mother, Nee-Nee, battling breast cancer and too weak to care for his younger siblings Lauryn (7) and Kenny (4), the weight of survival fell squarely on his shoulders.

In the pine-thick backwoods of Waycross, Georgia, Curtis had been forged by his father’s brutal lessons in fighting, tracking, and survival. Now, those lessons became his lifeline. By the time he was 22 years old, he wasn’t just surviving—he was hunting down bail jumpers and later America’s most dangerous fugitives.

Each capture—fueled by grit, instinct, and a few hidden “honey holes” his father left behind—kept his family afloat. And with every takedown, Curtis learned the truth: that justice, like family, demanded mercy and steel.