Saxon pulled out of the parking garage, then called Vander to let them know. “Got Harlow with me. She wanted to come.”

“What?”

Harlow winced. Vander’s unhappy vibe came through the line, loud and clear.

“I have to do this, Vander. I can’t just keep organizing your office. I need to help.”

“Fine.” A long-suffering note in his voice. “Bring her back safe.”

Saxon drove to Fisherman’s Wharf and found a parking spot. They strolled along the restaurants and shops, and she fought the urge to hurry.

“Relax.” Saxon grabbed her hand. He pulled her close, like they were a couple out for a stroll. “Try not to look like you’re on a mission.”

Harlow took a few deep breaths.

“Good,” Saxon said. “You don’t want to scare the kid off.”

Saxon’s phone pinged. “Message from Ace. Brewer’s at Pier 39.”

She nodded. They walked down to the crowded pier. The popular tourist attraction and shopping area was busy. Lots of tourists were heading to see the sea lions.

“There.” Saxon pulled her close. “Don’t turn too quickly.”

She spotted the kid by a shop window. A group of tourists walked past, laughing. She watched as the boy ducked out and picked their pockets.

“Wow, he’s good.”

Saxon grunted.

Together, they strolled closer. She sensed Daniel move in behind them.

Saxon spun, and pushed the boy up against a railing.

“Hey!”

“It’s okay.” Harlow held her hands out. “We just want to talk.”

“And we want the knife you stole,” Saxon growled.

The kid bristled. “I didn’t steal nothin’.”

Harlow stepped closer, a smile pinned to her face. “Settle down.”

“Who are you?” Suspicion creased his forehead.

“I’m the daughter of the man you stole the knife from. It was already stolen. Now my dad and I are in trouble.”

Saxon started scowling. “He doesn’t need the details.”

“I’ve got this.” She looked back at Daniel. “Can we talk?” She waved at a sub shop nearby. “We could grab something to eat.”

Something flared in the boy’s eyes. “I could eat. Especially with a hot babe like you.”

She frowned at him. “What are you, like—” she figured boys were much like men, so she added a few years to her estimate of his age “—thirteen?”

He puffed his chest up. “Eleven.”

“Too young to be calling women babes.”

He grinned at her.

Shaking her head, she looked at Saxon. “You’re buying, since I ran out without my purse.”

Saxon raised a brow and shook his head. He held the door open and they moved into the restaurant, and found a table.

Daniel sat across from them and fidgeted, eyeing them warily.

A server bounced to a stop beside the table. “I’m Becky. What can I get you?”

“I’ll have a meatball sub,” Daniel said. “And fries. Chocolate shake. Large. And two cookies.”

Harlow raised her eyebrows.

“Coffee. Black,” Saxon said.