Lauren sat down opposite the bounty hunter who was still deep in thought. “So?” She asked. “Find out anything new?” The way she figured he had doubts. If he had been certain she’d be tied up and already on her way.<br/><br/>Lauren had a good life. A relatively quiet life. She lived a thirty minute bus ride away from her work. On her off days she stayed in her apartment or went to the Field Museum or to farmers markets or flea markets. She had no lovers as any boy friend she’d ever had felt severely threatened by her profession and wages.  Her sister was married to a farmer in Indiana and occasionally she took a train to visit.  She didn’t want to die. She wanted to live!<br/><br/>“Ask yourself if the money will silence your doubts and your conscience for the rest of your life” she said simply to him when he sat silent for a few more moments before answering her.  Wasn’t it that what it all boiled down to?