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I took a deep breath. Despite the danger, this was the part of the job I loved. The hunt was a challenge, but the takedown was always the satisfying conclusion. I was pumped. I was ready. No one was going to stop me from doing my lawful duty.
When I started crossing over into Butler’s yard, both Stevens and the other woman at the door were watching me. Stevens’s companion looked more like a cheerleader than the typical biker chick. Slim, athletic build. Hair in a cute chestnut ponytail, perfect makeup. Her biker vest read Rah-Rah.
“You need to pack up and go home,” Stevens announced as I approached. Her hand rested on a Glock on her right hip. “We gave you our offer, and you turned us down. You ain’t taking Indigo.”
“Ms. Stevens, I don’t negotiate. I don’t play detective. I’m a boun
