The Bound Between Us

Chapter 908

Hank looked completely lost, instantly clutching his chest like he was protecting some priceless treasure, and scooted as far from Jason as possible.

Eyebrows raised, he shot Jason a suspicious look. "Wait, you want me to dress up as a woman and go night fishing with you? Seriously? Dude, I'm not into that kind of thing. I don't even like guys."

Jason shot back, deadpan, "Who said anything about night fishing? And for the record, I'm not into guys either."

"Then why the dress?" Hank protested, shaking his head. "I'm not into that. Seriously, I'd rather die. I have my pride, man."

Jason just stared, clearly unimpressed.

“Look, we've been watching Harry for weeks and haven't made any progress. He only targets women, so if we want to catch him, we need to set a trap," Jason explained, laying it out. "Here's the plan: you go undercover as a woman. Register on the dating apps Harry likes, get his attention, draw him out. Once he takes the bait, we'll catch him red-handed. We'll call it 'fishing.""

From the victims' info, they already knew Harry's favorite apps-Tinder, Bumble, all the usual ones.

Basically, Jason wanted Hank to catfish Harry, play the role of some girl looking for a quick buck, and become his next target.

Hank shivered, horrified. "Jason, you're really gonna use me as bait? Come on, man, I'm still young..."

Jason frowned. "What's with the whining? Does that sound like something a cop would say?"

Hank clamped his mouth shut. He wasn't actually scared-just completely out of his comfort zone. Dressing up as a woman to lure out a criminal? This was way outside his wheelhouse.

glanced at Jason, eyes full of resentment, looking like a puppy

lips curled into a satisfied smile. "That's the look-keep it up. With eyes like that, Harry doesn't

Hank just groaned.

I'm a guy! What if I screw

haven't done undercover with us, and let's be real, I'm built

skinny side, with soft features-almost pretty for a

wanting to refuse. His reputation

forget what it means to wear that badge? Be a man, step up.

words hit home. Hank straightened up. "Alright,

mattered; pride could take a back

the dress, headed to the bathroom, and came back out a few minutes later in a bright red dress, black curly wig, and stockings.

"guy," all

bad. Next time, shave the stubble, grab some

profile on the apps,

if Harry recognizes

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the wig, some filters,

bit of