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Dolan stood beside her Chevy Suburban’s open driver door and watched the woman approach. The black Suburban, the government plates, the fogged windows, it was a magnet to some people. Usually men, though. Their eyes lit up like kids on Christmas morning. “Hey, you with the Government?”
The woman stopped on the other side of the Suburban and held up a mobile so Dolan could see her son on the screen, sitting at a table playing with some building blocks. Behind him a window showed a cityscape.
“As you can see, Ms. Gelina, your son is quite safe and happy. How long he stays that way is completely up to you.”
Dolan kept her eyes on the screen. “What do you want?”
“What we want is for you to do exactly what we tell you to do. Do what we tell you to do and your son will be safe and home in twenty-four hours. Don’t do what we ask, you’ll never see him again.”
“And if anything happens to me, anything at all, your son dies.”
Dolan nodded. She opened her purse.
The woman shook her head. “We don’t want money.”
Dolan removed a pistol, aimed it at the woman’s vagina and pulled the trigger. The woman fell, her mobile falling from her grasp.
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