By Ivana Hruba
Whilst a abducted woman's husband refuses to pay her ransom, she plots revenge with assistance from her reluctant kidnapper. Discovering her husband's plan to betray her, she frames him for her personal "murder," forcing her young kidnapper into an unexpected moral trouble that might swap him forever. This shrewdpermanent and fast moving mystery blends pathos with trickery and intrigue, drawing the reader into the personal international of a susceptible 15-year-old boy who believes himself to be the savior and protector of a wronged lady.
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I felt as if I was coming out of a bad dream. Ricky! I called into the gap under the door. A D E C E N T R A N S O M n 59 Ricky! Ricky! Rickeee! I screamed, my voice sneaking out to fill the empty space on the other side. I began to move about the room as far as the rope would let me. I wanted to see if there was something I had missed that I could use to free myself. There was nothing, only a plastic bottle and a plate, and books under the bed. Seeing those, I suddenly had an idea. It was so simple, I wondered why I hadn’t thought of it before.
I knew this from day one. From the moment we met, I was sure that this was a man I could handle. He was polite, clean and dependable, with habits as regular as clockwork. He had a certain dull wit, which I knew would displease my mother and that pleased me. I had, at the time, been going through a rebellious phase. He’s shifty, Mother declared after their first meeting, desperately hoping she could influence me. But I dismissed her diagnosis and fell head over heels in love. Mother learned to live with it.
Outside, I set the plate down on an overturned bucket next to the crapper beside my window. Then I carefully inserted the knife into the crack where the two window panes meet. Pushing the knife upwards, I lifted the latch. Then I pushed the window open and grabbed the blind, pulling hard on it. It sprang up but only halfway, hanging all crooked on one side. Through the gap between the windowsill and the blind, I could see Kathryn’s legs up to her crotch. She was standing by the door like she promised.