"I didn't know you were allowed to leave town if you were on parole?" Harry said thoughtfully.
"All depends if you're a common crook or a professional hench," the big man explained. "Police know that us professionals are model citizens when we're not on the clock so they mostly leave us alone." He rummaged around in his pocket for a few seconds and pulled out a business card. "Here's the name of one of the better agencies."
"Thanks." Harry examined the card carefully.
"It's not a bad life. Plenty of excitement and it's fairly safe aside from the occasional beating by one of the capes."
"Puts food on the table anyway," another agreed.
"I'll keep it in mind," Harry promised.
"Just be sure to go through the new member orientation," the big man said firmly. "Let's you know the important things like which villains like to randomly shoot underlings and what not."
"I will," Harry said with a nod. "And that's my bus. Later, guys."
"Have a good trip, kid."
"You too," Harry replied as he got onto his bus. It wasn't the Hogwarts express and it smelled like urine, not to mention the vomit stains on most of the seats. But as there were no Malfoys or Dursleys around, so Harry counted it as one of the most pleasant trips he'd ever taken.