Chapter 269: Meeting
Once, Emily had shared a bus with a lady who had been talking about kidnappings of all things. But she had not been talking about them in the sense of knowing somebody who had been grabbed and was sharing the story. In fact, she had been doing something so out of the ordinary that Emily had actually listened.
The woman on the bus had been talking about what to do if one ever found themselves in a situation where they were being taken. Apparently she had just read some book that was talking about that exact situation.
"Never ever let yourself be taken from point A, to point B. Because most likely when they grab you from point A. You are someplace that you know, amongst people who might recognize you, and realize that something is wrong."
"Point B is likely to be their hunting ground, some place where they are familiar with. Where it will be nearly impossible for you to escape. Point B is most likely where a lot of kidnapping victims are killed," Those had been the woman’s words. And though Emily had never known her name, and had only actually seen her for those few minutes on the bus. The words had stayed with her. And she had thought that because the words had stayed with her. She would enforce them in the rare likelihood that somebody were ever to try, and kidnap her.
But theory and reality were very different things.
When a wiry man had stood in her path and had looked at her with his blank dark eyes. Emily’s body had just locked up. She had frozen, fear making her comply with his order to get into the car despite the fact that she had no idea, who he was, or where he was taking her.
In a move that had made Emily not know whether to be worried more, or to use it as some sort of opportunity. She had found herself alone at the back of the car. A partition between her, and the man as he drove them out of the city.
Emily was not blindfolded and she was not tied up either. The man had simply just grabbed her bag, thrown it up front with himself, and then got her into the back. To an outsider looking in, it might have just seemed like an angry driver.
Not even angry, just an annoyed driver leaving with a passenger that he knew. No one would be reporting anything odd or suspicious. Looking around the inside of the car, Emily tried to find something to defend herself with.
The whole thing was clean. No loose pens, no pins...nothing Not only was it clean, it also looked expensive. Something that Emily took to mean that her captor had money. Then what was he doing with her? She made good money, but nowhere near the kind that could afford the car she was in.
Her mind shaking off the last cobwebs of fear, Emily really started to think.