“That’s right.”
“Your runner is female.”
“Yes.”
“You have an open warrant?”
“That’s right.”
“You’re sure.”
She’d changed. Become the pursuer.
She knew something.
“A bounty hunter’s first duty is to check the current status of all warrants. We could end up in jail for kidnapping if we cuffed someone and hauled them in without a warrant.”
She seemed to ponder that.
“When was the last time you checked the warrant?”
“This afternoon. I check daily, just to be on the safe side.”
With her lips pursed, she studied him.
Michael felt like scum.
“Look, so maybe the way I went about this wasn’t my brightest moment, but lives are in danger here.”
“Whose lives?”
“A baby’s. His father’s. Others. This woman is dangerous. And armed.”
“I was with an armed woman.”
“That’s right.”
“You saw me.”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure it was me.”
“Yes.”
He was a fish on her hook. And wasn’t sure how they’d exchanged places.
“Look, I’m not in this for the money,” he said, out of water and babbling. “I need you to understand. I’ve got my doctorate degree in psychology. I just put it to use in a different way than most.” Far different. “I only go after dangerous warrant jumpers. They, more than most criminals, are a threat to society because they’re desperate. You know the runner mentality... They’re in survival mode. Every one appears to be an enemy. They’ll do whatever it takes...”
“And you think this woman I was supposedly with is in that mode.”
“I know she is. I’ve talked to the police. I visited her husband. I met her son.”
“Who did you talk to from the police?”
“Detective Miller with the LAPD. He was the arresting officer. He issued the warrant when she jumped bail, too.”
“Did you talk to anyone else?”
She was very clearly squeezing him. If he hadn’t been so good at it himself, he might not have noticed.
She might be playing him, but he needed her. And the answer to her question wouldn’t hurt anything.
“Yes. I’ve spoken with other officers about this case, as well. I know a lot of them. I’ve been at this gig, full-time, for three years.”
“And you’ll do anything to get your man. Or woman.”
“Within the law, yes.”
“Including lie to me.”
He’d already admitted to doing so.
“So how do I know you aren’t lying now?”
“You don’t.”
Sara leaned forward then. “Tell me, Mr. Bounty Hunter, what do you want from me?”
He missed the woman he’d sat with in the hot tub. The one he’d met at the pool. He knew she was the real Sara Havens. And that it was his fault she was no longer present in his company.
The job was more important than he was.
“I guess we both know we’re talking about Nicole Kramer.”
Her face gave away nothing. “If I had a client named Nicole, I wouldn’t be at liberty to speak about her.”
He leaned forward. “This woman doesn’t deserve your protection.”
She didn’t say a word.
“Do you have any idea what she’s done?”
“I don’t have any idea who you’re talking about, but I guess you’re about to tell me what this woman you’re after has done.”
She looked at her phone. For the second time.
She might know. She might not. He couldn’t take the chance. “This warrant is for jumping bail on two counts of attempted kidnapping with a loaded gun. Two armed B and Es. And attempted assault with a deadly weapon. She shot at a man.”
“If she’s as dangerous as you say she is, she’d have shot him, rather than just shooting at him, wouldn’t you think?”
Was she telling him something? Because she knew something? Or was she humoring him?
“Nicole weighs about a hundred pounds,” he said. “She’s a meth addict. She was high when she took the shot.”
“Why didn’t the warrant include use of an illegal substance?”
“She wasn’t tested.”
“So there’s no proof that she was under the influence.”
More statements. More fishing?
“No.”
She nodded.
“Her previous record is pages long,” he blurted. If nothing else, Sara Havens had to see that she was associating with an incredibly dangerous person.
He cared, only because he needed Sara to see the danger so that she’d help him. At least that was what he told himself. He had no jurisdiction over Sara’s private life.
Though, for a few brief minutes, he’d thought he did. Those minutes had made him want things he hadn’t thought about in a long time.
It was possible that if Sara had known Nicole in the past, then maybe the runner had changed a lot. If she’d just met Nicole, he’d give the fugitive marks for her acting skills. His instincts were telling him that Sara Havens was a decent person.
She didn’t deserve to die because some jumper got desperate.
She also wasn’t going to trust anything he had to say at the moment. That much was clear.
Glancing at her phone again, Sara appeared to come to some kind of decision.
“Did
