CHAPTER 68 The Kidnapper
The Kidnapper
The little house is empty, shutters now open, no possessions inside. Maybe it wasn’t her, maybe I missed my opportunity.
I’m leaving now, rope and tape tucked away in the bottom of a bag.
And, of course, everything has changed. I think this as I sit and watch the story repeat over and over on the news on my phone in a cab – MOTHER, FATHER AND DAUGHTER CAUGHT; MOTHER IN POLICE CUSTODY.
DAUGHTER REMAINS FREE. Suddenly, it seems like everything has fallen apart.
I cross my legs at the ankles and contemplate it. I was almost ready. I was sure I had her in my sights. And now this.
It’s time to make a new plan. But wait, I think, watching the flickering images play out on the phone, maybe it’s easier like this. There’s no one to get in the way of my plans; no one watching. MOTHER IN POLICE CUSTODY.
It’ll be easier to take her by myself.
DAUGHTER REMAINS FREE.