awyer Taft,” Mackie repeated. He’d definitely heard
the name Sawyer in the girls’ various natterings, but the last name?

Taft?

That was new.

“About yea high,” the boy said, gesturing lazily. “Smart mouth. Packs a hell of a punch.”

Oh, God, Mackie thought. The lock picker is violent.

Out loud, he opted for: “Taft?” Mackie cleared his throat. “As in… er… the Rolling Hills Tafts?”