Chapter OneFollowing the sweet scent of exhaled carbon dioxide, a deer fly landed on my cheek. I’d have a hell of a welt when it finished feeding, but I couldn’t chance moving--not even the smallest motion to flick away the bloodsucker.
Capitalizing on a rare break in the rain, I peered through the foliage that obscured my hide in some of the Pacific Northwest’s oldest timber stands. Hot on Tara Sobrantes heels since the woman’s name listed on the Para Bounty Directory (PBD), I hoped the witch was as good at seeing her own future, as she'd been at predicting gambling odds. But I wasn't taking any chances. Not when Anonymous offered such a handsome bounty for the witch's capture.