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I waited patiently while the girl told her story. If she was an actress, she's a damn good one. If she's a storyteller, she's the best in the line.

But as I watched her talk, I know without a doubt that the girl was saying the truth. Her story is too...smooth to be a constructed lie.

I felt angry. I was fuming with rage. How could that man have done such a devious thing to a poor girl?

As a bounty hunter, I don't care about justification. Once I'm paid for a job, I do it really well. I don't care who's in the right or the wrong.

But somehow, I've taken this job personally. Even before I found the girl. Even before I saw my older brother here with her.

Mr. McCully had lied. To the whole world. To me. Mentally unstable? The man would rank first in the book of psychos. Certifiable too.

Even behind closed doors, I heard the girl's soft weepings. She must be trying her best not to wake her baby.

What if Tan had not seen her there on the road and he