Plastered in the center was the face of Sydney: wanted for theft and destruction of property. The poster stated she was armed and probably dangerous. Cursing under his breath, he shook his head. They’d found her out. He only hoped she was smart enough to lay low. His mission to save Dexter had failed. They’d killed the man by the time Jack had gotten to the holding facility. He wasn’t going to allow that to happen to Sydney. She must have gone after that file and it was his fault. Since the entire city was on the lookout for her, Jack knew it would only be a matter of time before they got to her. His task now was to find her before the Cyrellians did, but where could she be? Where would a six feet tall, willowy woman with skin like polished mahogany hide out? He had to admit her looks would probably work against her since she had such distinctive features. He drew the hood of his jacket over his head. It wouldn’t do to have his face recognized either. Seeing no point in sticking around and drawing attention to himself, he set out on his search.
