Hunter agreed.
“I guess you're right. Not a very good introduction,” then came the bartering.
“Come and get me and we'll go on a date.”
“Yeah, to fill out paperwork at the bail bondsman's office. That's what a girlfriend does all the time —spend an evening at the police station bailing out their i***t boyfriend!”
“Will you?”
She hesitated and agreed, but thought to herself, “Who's more of a fool? Him for getting tossed in jail or me getting him out?”
Laughing a little, Hunter said, “At least we'll be together.”
Again, more thoughts to herself, “Not for long.”
She got dressed and microwaved a cup of old tea.
“The little bastard can wait,” then threw on a scarf, wrapped it around her neck, and aimed out the door. She was not in a big hurry to get to the police station and took the s
