Today was going to be a normal day. She woke up early, fed the hound, and watched the runners pick out their vehicle for the day. The sedan. Meant they were either making a deal on ‘merchandise’ or they were checking up on it. They only visited every few days.
She learned their habits quickly. Of the three of them, only one had half a brain. They stalked nightclubs, particularly ones that didn’t exactly check photo IDs. They found what they hoped would pay off well, and grabbed what they needed. Those nights, they used the van.
They dropped off their new ‘goods’ within hours, then made the call. Within seventy-two hours, they were paid, and moved on to the next hunt.
She heard them arguing over something trivial, cursing sorcerers. She gathered these three were related. Had
