She had the knack for hunting, too. She could look over a local wanted list and remember the faces until she’d pick one out of a crowd while working. It was impressive and often more accurate than my eye and implants. We’d just be strolling down the street when she’d see someone from the corner of her eye and shout, “That’s Emango Tesster!” before breaking into a run.
She never gave up the hauling entirely, though. It was easy pay and gave her legitimate reasons to be in many useful places. She showed me some of the advantages, including a few tricks I continued to use for revs. But there was no question she’d become more of a hunter than a hauler.
Which I guess was the problem.
One rota she learned about the bounty Maunhouser was offering for information on my location. She must have d
