Fight or Die: Ch. 2

Kidnapped

My cell rang at 7 p.m., Karen (Sarah’s neighbor) was calling. That was odd, she only called in cases of emergency. The last emergency took place when Sarah went on vacation. She had forgotten to shut her front door. Apparently, she was so excited that she didn’t even lock her own house.

‘Hello,” I said. “Hi Beth, this is Karen,” she said nervously. “Yes?” I said.

“I hate to worry you, but Sarah’s car door is open and she is nowhere in sight. I knocked on the front door, but no one answered,” she said. “What has me worried is there are groceries scattered all over the driveway.”

As she was talking, I was already out the door and pulling out of my driveway. “I’m on my way,” I said as I hung up the phone. I phoned her father Darren, who immediately left work. It would take him about 45 minutes to get there.

As I pulled up to her quaint home, that we helped her search for and purchase just a few years ago, I saw her white BMW parked in the driveway. She loved that car, but it was always a mess. Karen was right, there were groceries all over the driveway. The milk had splattered and rolled down the slant in the pavement, eggs were clearly broken as the yokes seeped through the half open cartons – and the car door was hanging wide open.

Something was very wrong. I unlocked the door to her home and went inside. Everything looked normal and in place. Although her car was messy, she kept a pretty tidy home. Her cat King came running to me, immediately flopping on his back, demanding some attention.

It was clear that Sarah never made it inside. She went grocery shopping, came home, unloaded her car and then what…someone took her?

Without a second thought, I picked up my phone to call her father. “Darren, I said. “We have a serious problem. Sarah is missing.”

Next Chapter – Fight or Die: Ch. 3