Mabel Sanders and Arthur McDoyle stared daggers at each other as they each tried to stare the other down. As far as Mabel Sanders was concerned, Arthur McDoyle was being a greedy little knucklehead and he was too blinded by his greed to be able to see it, but she was quite fine and she wouldn't let him ruin all her good work so far. She knew Michael Bolton was most certainly not sitting quietly on hoping to hear from some kidnappers especially when he had enemies like Thomas Bolton and his new son Richard. No. The man was most certainly in some room with his best human haunting dogs putting together a plan to begin to sniff his heir out and she wanted to give him the easy way out as soon as possible and be done with the whole affair, but no, the walking sack of bones and meat she had made the foolishly mistake of teaming up with was insistent on demanding an excessively ridiculous amount. She looked at the man opposite her with his jaw set in a stubborn line and his eyes fixed stubbor
Thomas Bolton's phone rang on his bedside table beside him and he picked it up with a grunt. Who the hell would be calling him at this hour??! He looked at the time before checking the caller ID and saw that it was well past 3am and he frowned and looked at the caller ID; Richard. His frown deepened and he accepted the call."This had better be good or I'm using you as my target for darts the next time I play," he said as soon as he placed the phone on his ear."Oh Thomas, it's good and it's not good; Chris Bolton's missing," Richard said and Thomas slowly sat up in his bed."I'll meet you in my personal lounge in the next ten minutes." he said and hung up. Thomas Bolton flipped over his duvet and got out of bed then after a brief struggle to get his feet into his scuff slippers, he got to his feet and headed to his bathroom, his mind occupied with thoughts all the while. Chris Bolton was missing. Now how had the entitled and privileged simp pulled that off? How did a grown ass man ge
"Well that went to shit rather fast," Richard said when Thomas silently and calmly dropped his phone beside him on the chair. He had only witnessed Thomas' end of the call but he could tell from what he had heard that the call had in no way achieved the goal he'd had in mind for it to achieve. If anything, things between Thomas Bolton and Michael Bolton had probably just gotten more heated and strained and Michael Bolton was probably ordering his minions to look for anything to tie himself and Thomas to this business of Chris' disappearance and Richard didn't like the thought of it one bit. He looked over at Thomas with irritation. The old fool couldn't just hold back his foul tongue for a few seconds, could he? For Pete's sake!!!!! All he had freaking had to do was bite back his foul tongue for a few seconds and establish both their innocence to Michael Bolton and then offer to give any resources they could to ensure Chris Bolton returned safely, but no! Oh no, Thomas Bolton was too
Mabel Sanders quickly hung up the call and drew in a shaky breath. Michael Bolton had somehow found out everything. Shit. Shit. Shit. What on Earth was she going to do now? Should she leave the country? Go somewhere else and start afresh with a new identity? That certainly sounded better than whatever twisted punishment that sicko, Michael Bolton, would want to give her for kidnapping his son. Yes, she would probably be on the run for years but at least she would be alive, plus, she was really smart so she could definitely play this game with him. But how on Earth had she been caught so soon? Shit. Shit. Shit. How was she going to contact Arthur and inform him about the situation on ground? For all she knew, her house was already being monitored and Michael Bolton and his minions were probably watching her every move. They could also have found a way to monitor and even listen in on her calls. Shit. Shit. Shit. This was bad. What was she going to do? Should she call her father and con
Mabel Sanders drove straight to her normal hospital, careful to watch and observe closely if she would see anything out of the ordinary, like a car that had been behind her and stayed on her route for a long time, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. As she drove she tried to come up with an excuse to give the receptionist at the hospital as to why she needed to make use of their phone. She got to the hospital and parked her vehicle at the parking lot then brought out her phone to quickly memorize Arthur's number. She was about to step out of the car when she caught sight of the bag she had packed in the morning. Would she still need it? She was sure no car had tailed her. She would just leave it behind and go about her movement as she was supposed to. She opened the door to step out then as a last minute decision she turned and grabbed the bag. She would just play it safe and go with the other plan. She walked into the hospital and walked up to the receptionist's station with he
At Rose' words Michael Bolton felt his heart leap. Chris' phone could now be tracked. That was way better than having some smart barbie doll for a lead, although personally, he would have loved to have had Mabel Sanders tailed, but he had decided to let it go when the four ladies had dismissed that as a waste of time, saying that she wouldn't have let herself be seen with Chris the previous day if she had plans to be involved in a plan to kidnap him on that same day. They had said that in their opinion, Mabel Sanders was smarter than that. Personally though, Michael Bolton felt off about Mabel Sanders and he would personally have someone tail her if the lead on Chris' phone didn't bring his son back to him before 12 noon that day. In the meantime, they had to act quick. They had to follow the new lead that the location of Chris' phone had just presented and hope that it would actually take them to him. He was actually beginning to get really worried when they had still not gotten any c
Sitted impatiently at the bask sit of the speeding cab but also preferring to remain composed, Mabel Sanders tried her best not to betray any signs of nervousness. Something was certainly wrong. She could feel it really deep within her but she couldn't quite place her hands on what it was. Unconsciously, she took her right hand to her mouth and bit down on its thumb nail. This operation had certainly gotten complicated and there was no way it would still go as smoothly as she had planned. She should never have gone home the previous night. If she had just ignored her need for comfort then the money would probably be sitting in beautifully in her account already. There was no need crying over spilled milk now though. She would just have to keep hoping that everything was fine and would turn out fine and this nervousness she was feeling was just a result of the fact that she was late and she knew it could jeopardize the success of the whole operation she had worked hard to put together.
Rose stepped out of the vehicle with Sarah, then Monica and the other guards follow suit. She had previously given them instructions on how the operation would be carried out and each person quickly took their position; the other guards moved out and surrounded the premises while herself, Sarah and Monica headed in, accompanied by three guards, with one teaming up with which of the ladies. The six of them separated and steadily made their approach to the building. Monica and her partner went around the side of the building and with stealth they steadily approached the door which they could see. When they got to the door, Monica let her partner know that on the count of three she would go in first and he would cover her and he simply nodded in response. She nodded in response and raised her hand to give the count and when she go to three, she pushed the door open and stormed and pointed her raised gun from one direction to the other as she took in the room. She progressed further in w