Ultimate Prey

I was the guy who cleaned up other peoples' messes. My success rate as a bounty hunter was about ninety-nine percent. I loved what I did and being one of the best kept me pretty busy.

I'd get phone calls from kiss-ass bail bondsmen about to lose thousands of dollars. I'd get what was known as "dog" cases. These were leftovers; the shit cases because there was almost no time left on the bond.

Dog cases were tough. Usually, the fugitives had been on the run for months. I was the cleanup hitter. You can bet it's a lot harder and way more dangerous chasing bad guys that have evaded capture for a long time. It means they had help and that makes the whole process a lot more dangerous. Call me an adrenaline junkie, but I have to admit, I dug the action.

The bail bonding agencies that hired me were also my competition. Even though they got a little hot and bothered when they needed to hire a competitor to find their fugitives, they knew who to call.

Then came along a bounty hunt that led me to Alabama and into one of the most dangerous chases of my life. I was pursuing the killer of three innocent women. The case became known as the "Yosemite Sightseer Murders."

I never could have been prepared for the hellish world I walked into.

And it has haunted me ever since.

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