BREN
Things were good, until they weren’t.
I went to work, helped in the field, but Brock also gave me a huge book. He pointed at it as he walked by. “You gotta learn all of that before you take your test.”
My test. I needed to pass a test before I was an official bounty hunter? Seems like I actually was a student.
After work a few times, I met Cross at his school’s library for a study session.
Okay, I lied. I was trying to make myself sound like a better student than I was. The study session happened one time, and never again. A college library, or a library of any sorts, was not a place I wanted to be in unless I was going in wearing a vest, my Taser gun at the ready, and a radio clipped to my shoulder. The rest of the week, I went to work.
I went on bail jumps. I helped where I co
