"She'll come," a distinctly male voice said, eagerly pacing.
"I hope you're right or else all this was in vain," another male voice replied.
"But we can always collect on the million dollar price tag on the kid's head," the first male said.
"Leave my son out of this!" a female voice yelled frantically. It had to be his mother.
Suddenly, a loud thud hit against flesh as Zac's mother gasped.
"How dare you!" his mother yelled through gritted teeth. "When my husband finds out about this ..."
The second male, obviously vamp, laughed. "You mean your ex-husband," he said, then added, "Besides, how do you know he still gives a damn?"
"Go to hell!" Zac's mother spat at the vamp. I suddenly realized where Zac got his strength and courage.
"Shut up, bitch!" the first vamp yelled, when I stepped around the corner. The vamp had his hand drawn back and was ready to hit his mother again. She was strapped to a heavy wooden chair and her eyes were shooting daggers at the vamp.