Bounty Hunters
By Courtney Milnestein
“This is actual nonsense,” she said, slamming her suitcase down on the bed, watching it bounce amidst the neat covers pulled tightly over the mattress. “I really don’t want to do this!”
Her companion, dark hair tied back in a loose ponytail, standing with her back to the bed, facing her own suitcase and the slightly open window, offered a pitiful shrug.
“Well, it gets you out of work for a bit, right?” she offered weakly.
“I like work! I like getting paid! I don’t like having to phone up my boss from Victoria coach station with a little bit of a cough, pretending I’ve got the flu because you want to drag me all the way out—out—here to stay in a bloody hotel room that I have to share with Mister bloody Mo of all people!”
Across the room, Mister Mo
