The Story Started
The blue Mercedes screeches to a stop beside you."Get in!"The heavyset man wearing a black homburg isn't kidding. Before you can run, a man jumps out of the back and shoves you inside. The car speeds off. None of the passing motorists notices—you've been kidnapped!Wedged in the backseat between two thugs, you try to think about what you can do."Look, you must think I'm someone else— some rich kid you can get ransom for—""Shut up. We want you." The muzzle of a .45 jabs into your side.The Mercedes swerves around a corner, headed toward an outlying district.A blindfold pulls tight over your eyes. "You were looking curious," a voice says.It must be about ten minutes later when the car stops and you hear the door opening."Get out!" A firm grip is on your arm.When your feet touch the ground, you tear the blindfold off, twist out of the man's grip, and start to run!CLUNK! A gun butt comes down on your head. You're out cold.