Working as an independent White private investigator was not exactly a dream job in our post-famine society. If not for my contacts in the Concave, I might have given up and gone into the street cleaning business on my hands and knees.

It took some hard work to build those contacts and a reputation for solving Concave-based kidnappings, one far better than any of the big real-world agencies could claim.

That is why Beth's mother, Dana, came to me with a claim her daughter had been kidnapped. I figured it was just another runaway after their bi-nightly argument. They had been doing that since Beth's father, one of my military family, had died.

At times, I had trouble knowing if becoming Beth's godfather had been a blessing or a curse. Luckily, I loved Beth.

Because this time, having Beth as my goddaughter leaned way past being a curse.

Books By C.T. Heinlein:

The Evil of the Witch Rose

Enigma of the Witch Rose

The Essence of the Witch Rose

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