Brown said. “We’ll drop you a line when we recover our hostages. Have a nice flight home.” Jake reappeared, slipping an arm around her waist. Kelly could tell by his expression that something had happened, but it was hard to say if it was good or bad. “Let’s go,” Jake said to Syd. Her hackles rose. “Screw that. I’m not letting them—” “We don’t need them,” Jake said. He rubbed Kelly’s back reassuringly. “This is bullshit, Jake.” “Seriously, Syd. Let it go.” He stepped away from Kelly and grabbed Syd’s elbow, steering her toward their sole remaining rental car. “What’s going on?” Brown asked. “None of your concern, apparently,” Kelly said. She followed Jake and Syd, sensing the weight of Brown’s eyes on her back. Syd continued protesting as Jake propelled her into the passenger seat. “Radio Jagerson, Fribush and Kane, tell them to meet us at the corner of Maria Eugenia and De Los Angeles. It’s about a click away.” “This is crap, Riley,”
