Benn Beckman Bounty Novels & Stories

Alexander sat and drank the tea in one gulp before speaking, "I won't beat around the bush. Who issued the task regarding Gunter? Speak up." Finding Gunter's parents required a direction, as this was a crucial clue. However, Lester only smiled without answering the question and instead brought up something else. "Mister Kane, did you know your bounty has recently increased, and quite significantly?" Alexander waved dismissively. "Isn't that obvious? My bounty goes up every day." Many people in the world dreamt of killing Alexander, and naturally, many had put money on his head. The bounty amount had accumulated over a long period, reaching a staggering height.

Back and forth across the living room, hands raking through his hair, jaw tight, eyes flicking to his phone every few seconds like it might explode. Marcus shut the door slowly. “Why do you look like someone just pulled the pin on a grenade?” Evan stopped mid step. For a moment, he just stared at Marcus, like he was trying to decide how much damage the truth would do. Then he said it. “There was a bounty.” Marcus’s chest tightened. “On who.” Evan swallowed. “Elena.” The word landed wrong. Too heavy. Too sharp. Marcus let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “You’re joking.”

Third person's POV Officer Mackenzie was on his fourth cup of coffee and his second wind when Ella Dove burst into the conference room like the building was on fire. "We've got a problem," she announced, her voice cutting through the stale air. Mackenzie looked up from the stack of financial records he'd been reviewing. His eyes burned from staring at numbers for too long. His back ached from sitting in the same goddamn chair for hours. "What kind of problem?" "The kind where someone put a bounty on Vincent Caruso's head." Ella set her laptop on the table and spun it around so Mackenzie could see. "Fifty thousand dollars. Posted on three different dark web forums in the last two hours. Dead

"But Ghost, you're going deeper in debt. This bounty, my distraction yesterday, the intel I'm gathering. You're going to owe me for years." "I don't care," I said. "Just do it." "Fine," Volkov agreed. "I'll put the word out. Fifty thousand for solid intel on Rookie's location. But Ghost, be careful. Bounties like this attract all kinds. Some information will be fake. Some will be traps. You need to verify everything." "I will," I promised. We spent the next three days waiting. The bounty went out. Spread through the underground. Every criminal in the city knew.

“Yue. When was this money transferred from the Emergence Capital? If I wanted to kill my wife, why would I use the company name to fund the murder?” “Last night at nine forty-five. Do you want me—” “Just do it. If you can access the camera of the computer, where it was transferred, or better, just tell me the name.” I breathed loudly. “So, this bounty hunting escapade is advertised on the dark net, but why would they allow the payment to be traced back to the person who puts the bounty?”