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Paralysed with fear, Anna felt the world shatter around her. She broke into a sob with no one around to comfort her.
Longing to be reunited with her son, she was worried about how and where he was?
No. She would have to be strong. However helpless she was, she had to focus and think this through.
The words in the message came hovering back to her mind.
"I forgot to mention about it to you today"
Wait a minute. That could only mean that the person who took her Ben away did know that she was with Greg the other day, Anna thought.
There were so many people at the party. She hardly knew a few but they didn't seem to have any issues with her. None of them would fit into the picture of a kidnapper.
Lost in her thoughts she hadn't noticed her phone ringing. It was Greg.
"What's the matter Annie? Is everything okay?"
"Nothing is okay. I think someone has kidnapped Ben."
"What? Where are you right now?"
"I'm at the entrance of the park at Madison Square"
"Wait there. I'll come right away. Just hold yourself."
Disconnecting the call, Anna stood there waiting for her friend as she wrecked her mind trying to think about cues that would point her to the whereabouts of her son.
Greg arrived at the scene within 10 minutes and rushed to where she was standing.
As soon as she saw him, she hugged him tightly and resumed her weeping. Comforting her, Greg asked her to narrate what had happened.
Slowly she told about the headache, the note, icecream, messages and the total blackout between receiving the messages and finding herself on a park bench.
"One thing doesn't make sense to me. You don't usually get headaches, even after drinking. Then why yesterday?"
"Now that you've pointed it out, it does seem odd. Oh my god! Do you think the bartender mixed something in the drink?"
"He did seem to be overly interested in you but then I thought that's how everyone reacts after seeing you."
Even in the tense situation he could let a wink and a wry smile appeared across Anna's face.
"So should we look for the bartender?"
"Won't help. He could easily have been tipped off. Show him a ten dollar note and he'd even wag his tail for you."
"So what do we do now? We're still clueless about Ben."
"Actually, no. We have a phone number at our disposal. I might be able to pull some strings and find out about its owner."
After making a few calls, Greg eyed her, with a look of disappointment on his face.
"Standard disposal phone. Bought yesterday morning. Current location is this park and I'm sure it's lying in one of the garbage cans around here."
Paralysed with fear, Anna felt the world shatter around her. She broke into a sob with no one around to comfort her.
Longing to be reunited with her son, she was worried about how and where he was?
No. She would have to be strong. However helpless she was, she had to focus and think this through.
The words in the message came hovering back to her mind.
"I forgot to mention about it to you today"
Wait a minute. That could only mean that the person who took her Ben away did know that she was with Greg the other day, Anna thought.
There were so many people at the party. She hardly knew a few but they didn't seem to have any issues with her. None of them would fit into the picture of a kidnapper.
Lost in her thoughts she hadn't noticed her phone ringing. It was Greg.
"What's the matter Annie? Is everything okay?"
"Nothing is okay. I think someone has kidnapped Ben."
"What? Where are you right now?"
"I'm at the entrance of the park at Madison Square"
"Wait there. I'll come right away. Just hold yourself."
Disconnecting the call, Anna stood there waiting for her friend as she wrecked her mind trying to think about cues that would point her to the whereabouts of her son.
Greg arrived at the scene within 10 minutes and rushed to where she was standing.
As soon as she saw him, she hugged him tightly and resumed her weeping. Comforting her, Greg asked her to narrate what had happened.
Slowly she told about the headache, the note, icecream, messages and the total blackout between receiving the messages and finding herself on a park bench.
"One thing doesn't make sense to me. You don't usually get headaches, even after drinking. Then why yesterday?"
"Now that you've pointed it out, it does seem odd. Oh my god! Do you think the bartender mixed something in the drink?"
"He did seem to be overly interested in you but then I thought that's how everyone reacts after seeing you."
Even in the tense situation he could let a wink and a wry smile appeared across Anna's face.
"So should we look for the bartender?"
"Won't help. He could easily have been tipped off. Show him a ten dollar note and he'd even wag his tail for you."
"So what do we do now? We're still clueless about Ben."
"Actually, no. We have a phone number at our disposal. I might be able to pull some strings and find out about its owner."
After making a few calls, Greg eyed her, with a look of disappointment on his face.
"Standard disposal phone. Bought yesterday morning. Current location is this park and I'm sure it's lying in one of the garbage cans around here."
(to be continued...)
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