Derek grinned at her. “They may not be a bad as you imagine, Mrs. Phillips. I can assure you the United States is a civilized place despite the wolves and panthers.” He grinned. “At least in the cities.”
As they walked across the grass, a small boy bumped into Derek and scurried off into the crowd. Derek’s expression darkened. “Hey, he picked my pocket. Stop thief!”
Miranda scarcely had time to register Derek"s words before he took off in pursuit of the young bandit. Drawn by Derek’s shouting, onlookers gathered around, but Miranda watched as Derek closed on the boy. She would not have thought it possible to catch a London cutpurse, but she had not accounted for Derek"s lithe build. He remained hot on the thief"s trail as they dashed through the gates of the complex and disappeared from
