<p>My job had a very specific goal: I found people who didn&rsquo;t want to be found and delivered them to whoever employed me. After that, well, I tried not to think about what happened while I spent my money on things that made me happy. Resorts, men&hellip;I lived life by the seat of my pants because I never knew where I&rsquo;d be the next week, or who I&rsquo;d be looking for.&nbsp;<br />
When the head of a lesser-known criminal family hired me to find her son, I wasn&rsquo;t sure what I was walking into. I had his photo, so I knew the man was hot with a capital H. But I expected the usual agitated scumbag I normally went after. Not some guy running a fishing charter and looking like he didn&rsquo;t have a care in the world.&nbsp;<br />
I might have been curious.&nbsp;<br />
I might have gotten a little too close.<br />
I might have done a lot of things I shouldn&rsquo;t have.&nbsp;<br />
Things that could get me killed this time.&nbsp;<br />
But hey, life wasn&rsquo;t always about making the right choices. It was about making good ones. And Toby Cartwright was a great choice.</p>