BREN
We rounded up six bail jumps that day.
I asked Gramps if that was a normal day, and it wasn’t.
“Nah, nah. We have to meet our quota, so this was round-up day.”
I had no clue what any of that meant, but I guess it was round-up day.
“Yo, girl.”
I paused, heading out for my truck. My phone was in hand and I was about to shoot Cross a text. Glancing back, Hawk was heading out of the Coug r Lanes behind me, her sunglasses in hand and her purse’s strap across her body. She was still in our black uniform, but her vest was off. So were the rest of her weapons.
“Are you heading to do what you asked for help with before?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
She stopped in front of me, staring. There was a lot of staring with this group. Then, her lips pursed together, she seemed to come to a decision. “
