My job had a very specific goal: I found people who didn't want to be found and delivered them to whoever employed me. After that, well, I tried not to think about what happened while I spent my money on things that made me happy. Resorts, men...I lived life by the seat of my pants because I never knew where I'd be the next week, or who I'd be looking for.
When the head of a lesser-known criminal family hired me to find her son, I wasn't sure what I was walking into. I had his photo, so I knew the man was hot with a capital H. But I expected the usual agitated scumbag I normally went after. Not some guy running a fishing charter and looking like he didn't have a care in the world.
I might have been curious.
I might have gotten a little too close.
I might have done a lot of things I shouldn't have.
Things that could get me killed this time.
But hey, life wasn't always about making the right choices. It was about making good ones. And Toby Cartwright was a great choice.
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