TWENTY-FIVE

There was only one benefit of my mother being the one to deliver the money and that was the fact that we got to ride to Winston beach in a spacious van with Detective Daniel and two other officers while the two other families were squished into the backseat of a not so spacious police car each.

It was a thirty minute drive from the police station to Winston beach and within the entire ride Detective Daniel was drilling my mother on how to deliver the money to the kidnappers safely and tying to keep her calm at the same time.

“...it is very easy trust me. Once they have the money, the girls should be released from the backseat of their vehicle, truck or whatever they come with.”

“And what if it does not go that way?” My mum asked the Detective.

“That is highly unlikely. But another way it might go is that the girls would not be with them, then they may give you their location after they have collected the money.”

“What if I get shot?”