BARE WITNESS
Chapter One
Justine O'Neill knew three things with absolute certainty.
There was no such thing as fair play in this world. Men didn't
love little girls, they abused them. And Sam Liberty, her boss,
would never ask her to do a job unless he believed there was a
reason for her to be there.
But at this moment, she was seriously pissed at Sam for taking
this assignment. She worked for a man she'd never met or
seen. She got instructions from him via a computer voice box,
but she and her two counterparts never referred to themselves
as "Angels."
For one thing, Justine thought she was no one's idea of an
angel. She had a sealed juvenile record from when she'd killed
her lecherous stepfather, Franklin Baron, and she fought like
a street punk. It didn't matter that she was only five feet, two
inches tall, and weighed barely one hundred pounds. There
were few people on this earth that she couldn't best in a physical
fight.
She'd learned early how to fight and punch, and she knew
how to win. She'd do anything to win. Her days of being a victim
had been over for more than twenty years.
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