"We'll get them to the hospital. LA good enough? Don't think bouncing her round in a car then through the MTN's a brilliant idea. I'll call him." Clyde would call him, ream him a new one, then punch him when he saw the douche. Well, it really was hard for Clyde not to be angry. He understood, but he also knew that Becca wouldn't do this. She was a little lost sometimes, but she wouldn't kidnap some poor woman and her child.
"Let's get her out of here. Then I'll make the calls once we're at the hospital." He smiled at the boy before looking at Becca. "Never go near them again, got me? Not unless they're on fire and you need to spit." He could have said something worse, but he remembered little ears were listening.
"Get your stuff together. She can travel now, right?"