Chasing the Huntress
Being a girl bounty hunter had advantages, and people often underestimated me, which worked to my benefit.
After locking my apartment door behind me, I trailed my fingers along the wall until I found the light switch. “Honey, I’m home!” I called out humorously into the space, trying to lighten my mood. I lived alone in a small bachelor pad where the living room, kitchen, and bedroom were all in one area. My Murphy bed, which was neatly made, doubled as a library and storage unit when folded up. I had a few books on it, including a crime novel I read during sleepless nights.
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