that, but he wasn’t giving up. He never gave up, and he had com

fer. The man was very rich and willing to spend any amount of money to find his beloved daughter, the princess, and David loved jobs like that….Jobs

hing is that she doesn’t want to be found. She is an adult and has the right to go away if she wishes. She is not a prisoner, but I

he had found her one week since he started searching for her…or maybe it was b

ayed out a tough street cop, complete with black pants held together with strategically placed Velcro. They came off with only the smallest tug. The guy even had an original leather

onnie Rimmer. She was loitering on the corner beneath the street lamp, holding that large, lumpy bag to her chest and trying to fit in.

ce her. David watched as they approached her. She started to back away, then evidently changed her mind. She nodded a greeting, but it was a wimpy

r, more to the point, she was trying to speak to them. She gestured with her hands, her expression earnest. Then one of the men grabbed her and she let loose a startled screech. In the next instant, those huge brown eyes of hers turned his way, demanding that he help her. The little twit w

ay and started forward. The men were obviously drunk. One of them was doing his best to p

e the lady alone.” David could see her trembling, could see the paleness of her face in the y

The man who

e couldn't get into a brawl—he might literally lose his pants. Not tha

immer, and asked sarcastically

throat working co

tumbling drunkenly as he did so. “She already ma

s fine with us. You can't expect a pretty thing like h

slugged the speaker

scrutinizing the Bonnie

swallowed.

ith them?” Whisper-soft, his questio

of escape. He couldn’t walk away even if she was some girl he just saw a

hands on his hips, his eyebro

e company of th

ce so close to her own. Her lips tightened in di

er that. She was no bigger than a sixteen-year-old sickly kid. The coat she wore practica