She was an easy snatch, the easiest yet. I'd been watching the house for a week. Each weekday a cab pulled to the curb at 8am and sounded its horn, the girl ran out and jumped in the back and he drove off. Her mother never even looked out the window.
All I had to do was delay the cab, easy to do, I followed him home last night and slashed his tyres, he'll be delayed quite a while this morning, then around 1am I drove to the next town and stole a similar car, again easy to do, there's dozens of 5 year old silver Ford Mondeos in every town, and they're not exactly the toughest nut to crack. The only problem I could foresee is the real cab driver phoning the family to warn of a delay, if that happened I would simply drive off and revert to Plan B which was riskier, so I was glad when Emily ran out of the door as soon as I pulled up to the curb.
I drove away smoothly as soon as she'd shut the door, I didn't want to burn rubber and spook her, but equally I didn't want to hang around any longer than necessary. She didn't look spooked, simply shrugged when I told her I was a replacement driver, then she pulled her iPad out of her school bag and started playing a game, sweet she didn't even notice that we were driving away from school rather than towards it.
Eventually she did notice, "hey, where we going?"
I ignored her and dialled a number on my phone then pressed send as we rounded a bend and slid the car neatly through a gap in the trees. The garage door had responded to my call and was standing open, it closed silently behind the car as soon as I parked.
I stepped out of the car and opened the back door to let Emily out.
"Follow me," is all I answered, leading her through the house and down the stairs to the basement. I'd set this up like a girl's bedroom, TV, DVD player, PlayStation with games, a selection of young adult books like Twilight and Hunger Games. I wanted Emily to be comfortable during her stay.
"OK Emily, here's the deal. You're going to stay here for a short while until I complete some business with your dad, you've got everything you could want here, except the Internet obviously. There's no mobile signal down here either, so I'm afraid there's no contact with the outside world."
"So what you're saying is you've kidnapped me."
"Yes, that's right."
"OK, that's cool." She started looking round the room, picking books off the shelf and putting them back seemingly at random, then she settled on one and curled up on the bed and started to read.
This confused me, but I decided that everyone deals with stress in different ways.
"There's drinks and snacks in the fridge there, let me know what you like to eat and I'll try my best."
"What's your name?"
"Just call me Andrew."
"OK, Andrew it is then. Why me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why have you kidnapped me?"
"I need money, your dad is very rich, it's a simple business transaction that your dad should understand."
"Makes sense I suppose. You're not going to hurt me are you?"
"No, I won't, but I might tell your dad otherwise. I'm not a bad person, but I need some money quickly."
"Good plan, I just hope my dad does the right thing."
"So do I Emily, so do I."
"Toilet and shower through here, I have some clothes for you as well, nothing special, just a few things from a charity shop, but they're clean and should be your size."
"Thanks Andrew, I'm vegetarian by the way, so no meat please."
"That's OK, I can handle that. Just veggie, you're not a vegan are you, because that could be a problem."
"Not a vegan, milk, cheese and eggs are fine."
I turned from her and headed for the stairs, then I turned back, "You're taking this remarkably well."
"What's the point of panicking, it will all work out or it won't. Just go with the flow I say, besides, it's double PE today, I'm much better off here I think."
"I'm going out to send a letter, I need to drive a few towns away to post it, so I'll be out for at least an hour, don't do anything silly."
"Oh I won't. don't worry."
I turned once again and headed up the stairs, locking the door at the top before I left the house via the garage. I had two jobs to do, firstly I needed to dump this car and collect my own car from the long term parking at Manchester Airport, then I needed to post a letter to Emily's dad.
Emily, now she is not what I was expecting at all. I'd readied myself for a spoilt little bitch, I'd even collected a stash of tranquillisers to keep her subdued, and some handcuffs and other restraints if the worst came to the worst, but I'm so relieved it's looking like it won't come to that. I told Emily I wouldn't hurt her, but I will if I have to.
The Mondeo needed to be burnt, I'd worn leather gloves the whole time it had been in my possession, but Emily had opened and closed the door herself, so her prints were all over it. I drove to some wasteland about 3 or 4 miles from the airport and sprayed the upholstery with petrol and threw a lit newspaper on the back seat, before I'd run 100 metres from the car it was totally ablaze, the beauty of diesel cars, they rarely explode, so the blaze is contained in the car, there should be nothing left but the body.
Back on the main road I found a bus stop and took the next bus to the airport where I handed over a £20 note for my car keys. £10 a day to park your car, no wonder the airport can afford to build a new terminal.
From the airport I drove to Stockport, in the library there I made use of their computers to print out the letter to Emily's father. The envelope I carefully printed with my left hand, then I popped it in a post box on the high street. On the way home I stopped off at a supermarket to buy some vegetarian meals.
Emily was still on the bed, she looked up when I entered the basement, giving me a sweet smile before returning to her book. Why wasn't she nervous?
"I got you a few things for dinner, would you like vegetarian lasagne or mushroom and pepper pizza?"
"You're not like the kidnappers in films Andrew."
"Well you're not like the kidnap victims in films."
"You've given me no reason to be nervous."
"Well I see no need to make you scared, you behave and you get to stay in this nice room for a few days, piss me off and I chain you up in the garage. So, pizza or lasagne?"
"Lasagne please, do you have any Vimto?"
"Of course I do, I'll bring the bottle down and you can make it how you like it."
"After dinner can you stay down here and talk a while?"
"Errr, yes of course. I've got to do some work upstairs, but I'll bring your dinner around 6 o'clock, is that OK."
She was back in her book, so I went back upstairs, I had plans to fine-tune.
--We ate dinner together and talked for a couple of hours, or rather she talked about school, music, books everything except her family, and I listened, answering questions when asked. At 10pm I got up to leave, Emily grabbed my hand and pulled me over, she kissed my cheek and mumbled something that sounded like "thanks for being nice". I'm so confused about this girl.
The letter I sent Emily's dad required him to contact me by telephone at 4pm on Wednesday. I've given him the number to a pre-paid mobile phone, I bought the phone in a charity shop and the SIM in Poundland. At 4pm I was parked up at a motorway service area away from the house, the phone didn't ring, I checked it was switched on, fully charged, had signal, but it continued not ringing for the next two hours until I gave up, switched the phone off and removed the battery until 4pm tomorrow.
--That evening Emily decided to teach me how to play chess, it was easy to learn but I think it will take a long time to master.
Thursday the phone didn't ring again. I was concerned that there had been nothing on the news about Emily going missing, but I think that may be a police tactic now so they can work away quietly without the media interfering.
I decided to write another letter, this time including some slightly less veiled threats to their daughter's well being. I dumped the first phone which may now be compromised and switched to phone number two. I have dozens of them, bought in different charity shops and attached to different networks.
I posted this letter from Rochdale as I drove back to the house.
--Tonight we played some more chess, Emily seemed to be at peace. She asked me to pick up the latest book in the Mazerunner series when I go out tomorrow.
Friday he didn't ring again, Emily noticed the dejection on my face as I entered the basement with dinner that night.
"He didn't ring again did he?"
"No, I don't understand it."
"I've deliberately not watched the TV, have they mentioned anything."
"Nothing at all, it's really weird. I even rang your school today pretending to be an uncle and asked for you, they said you were off sick."
I asked for a some of Emily's hair, and the necklace she was wearing, they were going in letter number 3, I didn't want to send letter number 4, that would have to have something more personal in it.
--We played chess all day Sunday, we had the radio on, listening to music, no mention at all
Monday, 7 days since I took her, I decided to do something I'd never had to do before, I telephoned Emily's dad at work. His PA is world class, it took me ten calls to get past her and into his office. All I can say is that a man like that doesn't deserve a daughter like Emily, she clearly takes after her mum.
Emily was crying when I got back to the house.
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