Kidnapped

It's dark and musty and only a little light is coming through from a window at the top of the room. Sara is in her nighty, crying and trying to scream but cant because of the duct tape over her mouth. Her hands are tied around her back. She is shaking because she's never been this scared in her life. "Well. You wanted proof? Now you know I have your daughter." Say's a voice from the corner of the room. "I want Two Million Pounds if you ever want to see little Sara again. I want the money transferred from your account into The Bank of London, sort code:90-98-76 and account number 44456190. You've got ten minutes." The screen goes blank.

A very emotional Mrs Harper is looking at her daughter, bound and gagged on the TV set in her living room. The kidnapper had set-up a live transmission. The police are there trying to trace where the transmission is coming from, but it has been blocked by the kidnapper. "Mrs Harper. When he calls back, try and ask for more time." The detective in charge said very softly and calmly. "No" She said abruptly. "I need to pay that money now. I know I haven't always been there for Sara and Jack." Jack is Fourteen, Three years older than Sara. There' s a nice family photo on the wall before the Mom and Dad split up, which hit the kids hard. "But I need to be here for them now." She goes over to her computer and logs on to her bank account. She looks at the account balance and notices that there is just over two million pounds in there. This is the money she was given from her successful father. She doesn't even think twice and transfers it to the number she was given. "Mrs...." The cop gets interrupted by Mrs Harper. "Please Don't" She says, still very emotional.

The phone rings and a voice say's "Thank you Mrs Harper". The voice has obviously been disguised as its very deep and slow talking. "Your daughter will be released soon". The phone goes dead. Mrs Harper burst into tears once again as she doesn't believe the kidnapper.

The basement, still dark and musty, becomes bright as the light is turned on. It hurts Sara's eyes because she's been in the dark for most of the day. The kidnapper walks over to her but she can only see his shoes and bottom half of his legs. He crouches down and removes the gag. "Well it's about time!" She says "Untie me" "I'm sorry" The kidnapper says "I had to make it look real". The voice of the kidnapper is obviously different as it's not disguised anymore. It sounds almost boyish. The kidnapper is Jack, Sara's older brother. They had planned this for months because their Mom and Dad were still going to court to get custody of them and their mother was going to spend all the money on a lawyer, so they dreamed this perfect plan up so they could get the money themselves. They are also in the same house as the police and their mother, just one floor below. Jack was a whiz with Audio Visual equipment and set-up their Dv Camcorder through his laptop to transmit into the house. Sara, now untied scrapes up some dust off the basement floor and rubs it into her nighty and face just to make it look more realistic. Then leaves through a side door to go to the front door, to make it look like she has walked from where the kidnapper dropped her off. Jack is transferring the money out of the account his mother transferred it into, to all other different accounts so no-one can trace it.

Sara goes up to the front door and her mother answers, and hugs her with a sigh of relief.