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We have to go, Dr. Reeves!” Anne said excitedly. “That was Bill on the phone.
He is at a restaurant called Cafe Pico. Sarah’s been kidnapped!”
“Kidnapped? Are you sure?” I asked, somewhat incredulously.
“I’m sure.  Someone has  taken Sarah,” Anne  replied. “Bill  said that  a man  is
holding  her,  and  he  will  kill  her  if  we  don’t  give   him  the  ransom  he’s
demanding.” Anne was pulling me to the door of the apartment. “Come on! Bill
said he will explain at the restaurant.”
I closed the door to the apartment and followed Anne down the stairs and into my
car. The  weather was typical  for Los Angeles: sunny,  75 degrees,  with brown
smog covering the city. L.A. is a city of dreams. But for some people, it’s a city
of nightmares.
Anne and I drove down Robertson Avenue in my old red Mustang, going around
cars as fast as we could without causing a pile-up.
“Where is this cafe again?” I asked her.
“On  Robertson  and  Pico,  next  to  a  bookstore,”  Anne  answered.  She  was
justifiably nervous. You could tell it in her eyes.
Arriving a few minutes later, we found a place to park in front of the bookstore,
and walked into the Cafe. Bill was there waiting for us.
“Bill! Oh my  God, Bill, what happened?” Anne hugged  Bill, who looked tired
and worried.








 
“Oh, this is a friend, Dr. Darron Reeves.” Anne said. “Dr. Reeves, this is Bill. Dr.
Reeves is my  professor at USC.  But he is also  a very good  detective. When I
found out that you and Sarah were missing, I went to him for help.”
“It’s good to meet you, Bill,” I said.
“Um, yeah, I’m glad to meet you, too,” Bill said.
Bill, Anne, and I sat  down at a table in front  of the cafe. The waitress came to
take our order. I asked for a glass of iced tea. I’m a bit of a caffeine addict, truth
be told.
“Bill, tell us what happened to Sarah. Is she okay?” Anne asked impatiently.
“Sarah is fine for now,” Bill said. “But for awhile, I thought both of us would be
killed. Two  days ago, a  strange man knocked  on our  door at the  apartment. I
opened the door, and before I knew what was happening, he had a gun in my face
and was shouting obscenities at me.”
“What did he look like?” I asked.
“He was tall and muscular,” said Bill, “but he wore a ski hat, so I couldn’t see his
face very well. He had a mustache, I think. It all happened so fast.”
“That’s okay. Go on,” I said.
“Well, the  man took Sarah  and me  and put us  in a car.  He put a  small towel
around our eyes, tied our legs  and hands together, and then drove us to  another
place. We were forced out of the car and into a small, dingy room.
“We were given food twice a day. I’m not sure how many kidnappers there were
holding us there. I heard several voices outside the door, maybe three or four, I’m
not sure.  Finally this  morning, about  an hour  ago, I  was let go,  and given  a
message: If I wanted Sarah to be set free, I had to pay a ransom of $500,000.”