Carrie
A year ago, my life changed, and my world was flipped upside down.
Everything I thought I knew was a lie, and just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did, and I lost hope.
The world moved on, and I was at a standstill.
I’d spent eleven months in a rehabilitation center, trapped against my will.
My body, mind, and soul changed.
The old Carrie was dead, and it was time to move on.
I left my former life behind forever.
When I ran, the last thing I expected was to be hunted.
Grayson
Red Snake Investigations was my lifeline, my sense of purpose.
After getting out of the military, bounty hunting was all I knew.
My team and I were the best, our reputation spotless, so when an old acquaintance from St. Louis asked me to find someone–Carrie Hale–I was hesitant.
She wasn’t a normal mark, but I took the job anyway.
I did my best to ignore the look of hopelessness in her eyes in her photo.
I knew the painful things she’d gone through, but I couldn’t help her–she was just a job.
I was a hunter, but the last thing I expected was to fall for my prey.
