“Good news,” said Amber’s captor as he forced her through the desert at gunpoint.
“Good news,” said Amber’s captor as he forced her through the desert at gunpoint. “Daddy hasn’t contacted the feds yet, and all indications are that he intends to pay the ransom. For your sake, I hope his good judgement lasts until the wire transfer tomorrow. If he follows the rules and makes the payment, he gets these coordinates. If not, well, I hope the search teams can find you before the buzzards do. Amber spoke into her gag, prompting her kidnapper to remove it. “Thanks,” she said as the cloth was removed. “Can we get rid of the gag? I don’t see much use in screaming. What are we, 100 miles from civilization? Also, can I have my sunglasses? They’re in my bag. C’mon - ifs bad enough that you marched me through this hot ass desert in my bare feet. I’m not asking for much.” Amber’s captor removed the gag and grabbed her sunglasses. He then recorded the GPS coordinates of the location and drove off. Thoroughly bound and helpless, Amber had no recourse but to pray that her father adhered to the kidnappers’ demands. -- source link
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