Jennet had run in the direction of the fracas just from a pure mother’s instinct. She could have sworn that she heard her son screaming.“Would you slow down already?” Margaret struggled to keep up with the rest of the group, stopping every now and then to catch her breath.Brown walked in his own space, steady but not in a mad sprint like someone who had gone round a bend.There was a fleet of police cars blocking off the exit point in the direction they were going. An ambulance backed out and drove off into the street.“Let me go, would you!” Brown’s voice caught their attention.Jennet watched in horror as Brown was forcefully shoved into a police car. She rushed off to the scene to save her son.“Hold on! Where are you taking my son?” she asked anyone who cared to listen among the officers.“Mum! Mum, he’s framed me! The bloody bastard has set me up!” Brown cried, straining his neck backwards to look at Jennet.“Where are you taking my son?” Jennet asked again.None of them paid a
The limousine jetted through the night, and it would have been a peaceful ride, a nice ride around the city, if Bennet didn’t have to sit beside Jennet.She was going on another round of her murmurings about Brown’s plight, and how he wasn’t built for a prison cell.Who is ever built for a prison cell from birth? He rolled his eyes and reclined in his seat.“If you would only try and calm down, Jennet. We would find a way to get him out”. Margaret snapped, her face scrunched up into an impatient scowl.“Easy for you to say, huh. I suppose you have no idea what it feels like to have a son incarcerated for a crime he’s innocent of”. Jennet fired back, venomous hatred oozing from her words.“Well, at least, my child doesn’t go about shooting his stepfather”. Margaret rolled her eyes, and settled into her seat as though she had not just made Jennet’s problems even worse by her mean statement.“You old witch! How dare you?” Jennet roasted indignantly, and Bennet was glad he had sat between
“Please let me know when you get a lead”. Mark implored inspector Conrad over the phone before placing the phone back in his pocket. He let out a sigh and felt the weight on his shoulders bear down on him with more gravity. Cornelius Shapiro was still nowhere to be found and the police had spared every officer available to comb the city in search of him.Mark shook his head to gain composure and walked back into the hospital’s waiting room where he and Karen had been for over an hour. Neither the doctors nor the nurses had anything to share with them yet, and all Mark could do was pray that his father made it through the surgery alive.Karen looked up to him, with a glimmer of hope shining through her tear filled eyes. When Mark shook his head in the negative, she simply nodded, and broke down in a fit chest racking sobs.“It’s okay, Karen. They’ll find him soon. And whoever is responsible for his disappearance is going to pay dearly. You have my word”. Mark assured her, putting an ar
“The bloody nerve of these bastards? Ten million dollars in cash?” Karen cried out in despair, pacing about Gabriel’s hospital room. The kidnappers has been very plain about their demands: the money or he dies.Phoning the police was completely out of the question, because they had made it clear that any attempt to contact the authorities over the matter would also lead to the same result; death.“It’s okay, Karen. As long as he’s gonna come back alive, nothing’s too much.“You don’t understand. My uncle has incurred a trailer load of debt in the last few years. From insurance companies, to salary rebates, and taxes. I run the accounts so I’ll tell you, it’s really bad”. Karen cried in despair.“Cornelius never mentioned any of this to me”. Gabriel mused quietly to himself.“I’ll pay”. Mark suddenly blurted out. “I’ll take care of the ransom. As long as Mr. Shapiro gets out well and alive. That’s really all that matters now.”“Are you sure? I mean, that’s a lot of money”. Karen began
Jennet sat in tears as she watched the officers haul her son away and into the prison. How did they get here? A pang of guilt stung her heart because she knew the real truth; her son was indeed innocent. Every time he screamed in frustration and anger, it rented a fresh piece of her heart from the seams.But how could she admit to it, especially after she had spoken with the real mastermind behind the crime? The police would be quick to label her as an accomplice.I’m sorry son. Jennet pulled out a handkerchief from her purse and wiped the corners of her eyes.“Get my son out of there, please”. She turned to Devon, who responded with a solemn nod.“I’ll do everything within my power to get him out, starting with gathering the right evidence.”Of course. Jennet broke down into tears at the realization. Bennet clearly hadn’t informed Devon about the peculiarity of the case. Number One was never going to let any evidence point back to him. While Devon consoled her, Jennet’s phone rang f
The car came to a stop before a construction site in a location Mark suspected to be on the other side of town. The driver didn’t make it any easy to memorize any landmarks, as he made sure to drive in circles until Mark lost track of how many turns they had taken.All through the journey, a man had sat quietly in the passenger seat, never turning back for once to regard them.“We’ll be okay”. Mark promised, holding Karen’s hand in his. He silently prayed that they would be okay eventually. The man sitting in the passenger seat climbed down and held Karen’s side door open.“You both get down from here”. The man said in a gruff voice.He had on a black sleeveless shirt, and looked as thick and large as a rock. His skin was crawling with multiple tattoos and his face had a long scar running down from his forehead, down to the side of his chin.Mark swallowed down his fear and walked in the direction the man nodded towards with his head.“Uncle!” Karen cried out in terror when they arriv
Mark’s vision was blurry and his head rang with a terrible headache. He squinted his eyes till he could make out the figure of the tattooed man in front of him.“You would let us go first, before I..” He tried to bargain but was shut up by another hard slap from Donnie, that sent his chair flying backwards, and crashing on the floor with a loud thud.“No! Please stop!” Karen cried in anguish. “Please, don’t hurt him anymore. You’ll kill him!” She cried in frustrated anger.“Get him up”. Mark heard the tattooed man instruct Donnie.“Let them go at least”. Mark said, spitting out some blood after he spoke.The tattooed kidnapper walked up to him and crouched low till he was breathing hard into Mark’s face.“You don’t get to make any requests or demands for that matter.”Mark looked away in defiance, the metallic taste of blood mixing with a bitter anger and an equal hunger for revenge, inside his mouth.“Please, I beg you. You've hurt him enough. Just let us go!” Karen cried.“Please, l
When Charlie had called her back at the station, Jennet had been in a pretty dark place, one shrouded with guilt and anger. But when she stepped out to meet him waiting in front of the police station like he had said, and this time with a proper BMW saloon car, her mouth nearly fell to the ground from shock.Charlie had been all smiles and sweet spice. “Hello, beautiful”. He had held out a hand to help her down the flight of stairs leading down from the entrance of the building.“I didn’t think you were this close when you said you were in the neighborhood”. Jennet said.“Maybe our stars are aligning again, Jenny”. He gave her that boyish smirk that could melt her heart over, and her mind raced back in time, to when she had almost fallen in love with him.Lord forgive me. Jennet held her heart and conscience in her hands for extra safety. She had wronged the man beside her, the same person who was being so nice and kind, and who had always been so sweet to her.Even now as they sat in