Ace’s brow creased. “He’s too old for you.”

“I’m twenty-six, Ace, not sixteen.” Maggie jumped off the table. “Well, good luck with the dagger. I’ve got to go.” She waggled her eyebrows. “I have a date.”

“A date?” Ace frowned. “With who?”

“A big, buff guy I met at the gym. He’s a personal trainer.”

Ace snorted. “What do you know about him? What’s his name? I can look him up—”

“Bye, Ace. Nice to meet you, Harlow.” Maggie ducked out.

Ace scowled, and to Harlow, it looked like he was watching Maggie’s ass as she left.

Hmm, maybe not so sisterly after all.

They sat there quietly and Ace started tapping on the keyboard. She looked at the screens and then a second later, she spotted something.

“Ace, that’s the kid. Daniel Brewer!”

Ace leaned forward and zoomed the camera in. “No ball cap.”

“So? You said he works the streets, so he’d be smart and good at avoiding attention.”

The boy wasn’t looking directly at the camera.

“How can you be sure it’s him?” Ace asked.

“The way he hunches his shoulders is the same. And he’s got on the same battered running shoes.”

Then the boy turned, and they had a clear view of his face. It was Daniel.

Ace cursed. “Saxon,” he bellowed.

A second later Saxon appeared in the doorway. “You shouted?”

“We’ve got Daniel Brewer at Fisherman’s Wharf.”

Saxon stiffened and peered at the screen. “You sure?”

“Look,” Harlow cried. “In his pocket.”

There was a long, white object, sticking out of Daniel’s pocket.

“What do you think, Saxon?” Ace asked.

Saxon frowned. “Could be a knife.”

“I’m sure that’s the dagger,” Harlow interjected. “And I’ll bet that’s my father’s handkerchief it’s wrapped in.”

“Okay, I’m on it.” Saxon headed for the door.

Harlow leaped to her feet. This would help get Rhoda off her father’s back. “Wait, I’m coming.”

Saxon stared at her for a beat. “No.”

He left Ace’s computer room and jogged through the office.

Harlow ran to follow his long strides. She tailed him down to the garage. He slid into the Norcross SUV and she quickly jumped into the passenger seat.

“Harlow, you need to stay here. Safe.”

“Daniel Brewer is just a kid. And you’re a hot badass who can keep me safe.”

He stared at her again.

She sighed. “I need to help, Saxon. Everyone is doing so much, and I’m a born fixer. It’s killing me to just wait.”

Saxon released a breath. “I’d better not regret this.”

She smiled. “You won’t.”

Chapter Twenty

Harlow tapped her finger against the door, eager to get to Fisherman’s Wharf. She hoped they could find Daniel Brewer. The place was always packed with tourists.