Chapter 3
Harley gritted his teeth as he forced himself to concentrate on his task. He was supposed to locate a missing heirloom for a particularly wealthy family whose last few descendants happened to live in San Francisco. It was an old pocket watch. The watch and its chain, both made of pure gold had been stolen about a year ago, and the robber had been killed a couple of weeks later. Unfortunately, the pocket watch hadn’t been among the items the police had managed to retrieve from the robber’s hideout, and they didn’t have any luck locating it, so around two weeks ago, the family hired Harley for the job.
“Connor,” Harley hissed at the angel, practically pressing against him from behind. “Personal space, please.”
“Why?”
Harley glanced upward and prayed to whatever deity was out th
