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I climbed the stairs of the parking garage, feeling conflicted about my new situation. On the one hand, I was happy to be working again, and with a bail agent who didn’t care that I was transgender. The fifty-grand bounty wasn’t anything to sneeze at, either.
On the other hand, what Sadie said about Conor bothered me. More than bothered me. It pissed me the f**k off. What the hell was she talking about? I didn’t want to believe her. But there were parts of Conor’s past that he didn’t talk about. Like growing up during the Troubles in Ireland and some of the s**t he saw in Afghanistan and Iraq. But what the hell did that have to do with who he was now?
When I reached the Gray Ghost, I flung the duffel bag with my Wonder Woman costume into the back so hard it bounced off the back windo
