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The smoke creeps out the corner of his mouth prior to him answering. “Think I just need a jump.”

If that’s all I drove out here for, it’s about to be the most expensive one of his fucking life.

It’s my turn to nod during my approach. “What happened?”

“Pulled off last night to get a little shut eye. Woke up and the fucking thing wouldn’t turn all the way on.”

“Make sounds?”

“Clicking noises.”

“Might be the starter, not the battery.”

Actually, it’s most likely the starter not the battery if that’s the noise he heard.

“Fucking A,” he grunts and tosses his bud into the nearby greenery. “That’s the last shit I need right now.”

“Look, we can definitely try to jump her, first. It’s your money.”

“And being the one to get this fucking bounty will be worth it.” His devilish grin churns my stomach. “Fuck it. Let’s try to jump this cunt first.”

I nod and back track to retrieve my cables. “Bounty hunter, huh?”

“Not really.”

“PI?”

“Not…exactly…”

The sinister tone slows my steps.

“More like…location spotting.”

“Where are you after?”

“Not a where perse but a who.”

More dread trickles along the back of my throat, yet I force it down.

Grab the necessary gear.

Pop and pin the hood of my truck open.

“This rich prick just wants to know where his girlfriend ran away to so he can make some big romantic gesture. Probably proprose or some shit.” The hood to his car is cracked too. “He was vague on those details, but for a quarter of a mill in cash? I could not give a fuck less about what he intends to do with this ho’ when he gets her.”

Curiosity crawls out of me before I can stop it. “You the only one after her?”

“Unfortunately not.” He props his hood open as well. “The guy hired six of us. We all got a hefty fucking starter’s fee. A burner phone. Her photo. And were made to sign an NDA.” Patrick slyly shoots me an arrogant grin. “You probably don’t even know what that is, huh, buddy?”

Ah.

Of course, the rich prick would hire a smug one.

I wanna tell him not only do I know what that shit is, but if he makes another crack at me like that one, I’ll rearrange his DNA so it was like that NDA was signed by another fucking person.

“Basically, it means I legally can’t give out details about this shit, but…” His dark eyebrows mischievously bounce while my fingers unroll the cables. “Wanna see this hot little piece he’s after?”

Logically?

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