Rise Of The Ill-treated Michael Wayne

SYDNEY'S INTERVIEW

The text message silenced the two men; the phone dropped from Mr. Winchester’s hands, and Mr. Charles stood still, his heart racing quickly. The confusion on Emily’s face said it all; she did not clearly understand what that meant, but yes, she knew it was about Michael.

“They have him, Charles, they have my boy. They kidnapped my poor son,” he said slowly as tears took a path down his chin. Emily was out of the dark now; she quickly covered her mouth not to shout, but it still came out, “Jesus,” as she dropped to her knees.

Mr. Charles quickly removed a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his suit to clean his boss's face. “Here, sir, don’t let people see you crying in public; it will raise an alarm,” he whispered, looking around to make sure nobody had seen that.

“Hey, you better get up before anyone sees you, get hold of yourself,” he said to Emily, trying not to attract attention to themselves.

“Sir, he is going to be fine. Who knows, they might not have him yet; maybe they are