“Hunt’s got the vehicle details.” Vander lifted a hand. “It was reported stolen in Chinatown. Full plate is—” Vander called it out.

“Got it!” Ace said. “North of here. Crossing Lombard Street.”

Where the fuck was Hugo taking her? “Do you think he’s heading for the Golden Gate Bridge?”

“Maybe,” Ace said.

Easton pressed his hands to the back of his neck. “If that bastard hurts her—”

Vander met his gaze. “We’ll get her back.”

“You get her to wear a tracker?” Saxon asked.

Easton shook his head. “Took me forever to get her just to accept the earrings, but not a necklace yet.” He should have forced the issue. “We have to find her.”

Then Easton’s cell phone rang. He yanked it out but didn’t recognize the number. He was going to ignore it, but what if Harlow had gotten free? What if she was calling him?

“What?” he barked.

There was silence. “This Blondie’s man?” a young voice asked.

“Blondie?” Easton frowned. “Who is this?”

Saxon spun and waved his hand. “The kid. Brewer.”

“Blondie?” Easton said. “You mean Harlow?”

“Yeah,” the boy replied. “I’m out at San Francisco Marina. Jeep pulled up and Hugo Durant pulled Blondie out of the vehicle. She didn’t look happy, and Durant is bad news. She gave me your number.”

Easton’s pulse skyrocketed. “Thanks, kid. You see where they went?”

“Yeah. On a boat called Knot-a-Care. With a K. Stupid name for a boat. They’re pulling out now.”

Shit. “Okay. You did the right thing. We’ll get her.” Easton looked to the others. “They’re on a yacht called the Knot-a-Care. San Francisco Marina.”

“Let’s go.” Vander nodded. “Ace, call Maggie.”

“On it.”

“Find a helipad where she can pick us up. Rome, find a boat. Follow on the water.”

Rome nodded and vanished.

Vander met Easton’s gaze. “You should stay here.”

“Fuck that. You know I can do this.”

“It’s not your skills I’m worried about.”

“She’s mine. I’m bringing her home.”

“Got a gun?”

With a nod, he moved to a cabinet behind his desk. The door swung open to reveal his gun safe. He touched his palm to the biometric lock, and pulled out his Glock 19.

Ace straightened. “Maggie will pick you just south of the Palace of Fine Arts, at the Letterman Digital Arts Center Recycled Water Pond. She also has a drone in the air. She’s redirected controls to me. I’m rerouting it over the bay.”

“Good. I’ll get Gia to keep an eye on Mrs. Carlson and Scarlett.” Vander shifted. “Let’s roll.”

Easton sat in the passenger seat of the X6, as Vander drove them to meet the helo. As the SUV screeched to a halt, he heard the familiar thump-thump of rotors.