Pouring a cup for each of them, Aaron set Lilli’s in front of her and then slid into his own chair across the kitchen table. “Thanks.” “I suggest starting at the beginning.” “That would take way too long. There’s just too much.” “Sum up.” She took a drink, lingered over it, obviously stalling. “A few years ago, I was doing a job that involved tracking down a particularly bloodthirsty goblin.” “I thought you said you were a bounty hunter.” “I am. I specialize in non-human tracking, capture, and rendition.” “Non-human?” Aaron repeated. “You mean visitants.” She made a face. “I’ve always hated that term. Doesn’t it imply that they’re visiting from somewhere else? Because I can guarantee that most of what I go after is completely homegrown.” “I think it has to do with their ability to visit to or from those planes that humans normally can’t.” Her shoulders shifted in a shrug. “Anyway, yeah. I go after the nasties. Mostly I contract out with the police, the courts, bail bondsmen.
