![]() ![]() He was livin’ his own nightmare, she guided him out. My man Raid, he’s got a woman, good woman. “Hunted once,” he went on, “that was not for money. But I did my bit to keep that world contained.” It’s a war that has no end, a job that’ll never get done, a world that leaks every day, millions of times a day, into good people’s lives. If it isn’t contained, women like Jeannie get sucked into it. I bent closer to him, lifting a hand, and curling it around the side of his neck. ![]() His gaze was softer, as was his tone, when he replied, “I know.” He stared at me a moment before he muttered, “Jesus.” It’s a lot of trust but you gotta believe me when I say the world is not a poorer place without them in it.” “Didn’t like that shit happened but those men were not good men. It was like I didn’t speak as he kept talking and I knew he had to get this out. “Hunt went bad, it got to a point that it was them or me, so I picked me.” “Took three men’s lives,” he went on and my eyes got huge. “Got four million, five hundred seventy-five thousand dollars, in cash, hidden in safe places across the country.” ![]()
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