Harlow glanced at Christophe. "I'm not a fighter. People do that job for me, and tracking is dangerous. Sometimes they could actually sniff they are being tracked, and what do you think happens then?" He draws a finger over his throat, a brow arched. "Unlike my sister, I value my life."
I nudged him hard on the arm, irritated by his remarks. But he didn't pay me any attention, proceeding to finish his explanation, "While I do the tracking, I need anyone here to make sure my life will stay mine. For someone who is able to hide a wanted person like Olive for close to a month now to the extent none of you have been able to find him... I don't know if it's as simple as A B C, but it's pretty clear he or she is dangerous, as could be argued."
Christophe weighed his words for a while and nodded. "Well then, Adam—"
"I'll do it." Caden volunteered, lifting a hand.