The Hazard and the Hitman

Desperate times call for desperate measures, and being in the hospital with stitches in my head and no way out makes me pretty desperate. So I log in to a dating app, searching for a guy willing to pretend to be my boyfriend so I can bust out of this overpriced nightmare. But what do I get? Accused of being a prostitute. Talk about a waste of phone minutes. With plan A a no-go, I move on to plan B. Escape. Except, on my way to freedom, I'm nearly pummeled by a man wearing all black and with...