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"You think the girl's a tramp?" Miguel called out.
"Well, a girl meets an old man in the library, and suddenly, they're best friends. She wasted no time, bless her. Isn't that ..." Hunter turned around and flashed a set of very white teeth at us.
He looked less like he was grinning and more like he needed to show how good his dentist was.
"Convenient." I finished for him.
"Very good." He bobbed his head appreciatively.
""Now, I would love to leave this case in your custody, but of course, only if you are willing. You will be handsomely compensated."
"Why are you so interested in him? Or her?"
Again, that grin. It looked slicker than a boiled okra pod.
"Let's just say I'm a very concerned citizen."
Hunter turned to leave, but at the door, he paused. "If you take up this case, here's my card. You'll be required to do this like you'd treat a Ghost Protocol, like they say in your lingo. No one can know what you're doing or who you work for. And you'll have to stay close to the target."
I didn't like the way the man spoke like he owned the place. I immediately tossed two thick files in his direction the second he closed the door.
They hit the frosted glass with a satisfyingthunk.
"Let's get down to it, men." Miguel had already gathered around the sleek computer screen.
With a tap of a few keys, it flickered to life, revealing a labyrinthine network of algorithms and databases.
We began with the basics, digging up any social media profiles that could be linked to her.
Our target kept a very low social profile. This was usually one of two things—she really liked her privacy, or she was hiding something. Or both.
But she did have a Facebook account.
I looked at the sparse few pictures scattered around her news feed.
She'd clearly left an impression on Asher too.
His Southern drawl—something that had only just started making an appearance in the last year and a half, came out thick and strong.
"Well, she's a sight for sore eyes. Ain't seen a gal with looks like that gettin' up to no good before, but I reckon there's always a first time for everythin'."
I wanted to roll my eyes so hard that they'd enter an alternate universe, but he was right. I looked at the picture of Juniper Davis once more.
She was at The Quill and Hearth library, laughing with a bunch of kids.
Hello, you.
I had to say, even I was charmed. She had the kind of brown, curly hair that could have adorned a goddess's head. Her eyes shone like emeralds with curious flecks of gray.
And those curves. She looked ... fragile and strong and lush and earthy. I wanted to be around more of that.
I shook my head. I was too old to be falling for corny shit like insta love. Right?
"It's an interesting case," I said, clearing my throat, "but what do we think of Hunter?"
Asher grimaced. "Guy's a tool. But I like what we have to work with. She's got something about her."
Miguel nodded. "I like it too."
