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Before I was a bounty hunter, I was an officer with the Phoenix PD. I quit after a year because I couldn’t take all the regulations and paperwork. Also, not a big fan of uniforms.
Because the desk sergeant was a buddy of mine back in the day, he let me through unescorted with my visitor’s badge attached to my shirt. I took the elevator to the third floor and pushed through the glass doors of the Homicide Unit.
My chest tensed as I approached the cubicle belonging to Detective Pierce Hardin, my former training officer. He held rookies to such a high standard that he earned the nickname Officer Hard a*s. On a good day, he’d ream me over the minutest detail on how I handled a call-out. The bad days felt as if I’d showered in hydrochloric acid.
When I left the force to become a bounty h
