• I kept looking out the window. Even long after we had left the park, I watched maybe someone would see my terrified face, maybe an officer, if I was lucky. My captor grabbed my head and forced me to look at him. I wrinkled my nose, his breath was horrible.
    "What do you want from me?" My voice was stronger than I was expecting it to be.
    "Money...mainly," he grinned.
    "So I'm being held for ransom?"
    "Yeah, but I might not give you back."
    "Classic," I muttered.
    "What was that?"
    "Well, do you want to be different?"
    "Doesn't every kidnapper?" Rich called back.
    "Yes," My captor growled.
    "Well, then you should let me out here."
    "Because..."
    "I don't think anyone has done that before. Take a kid. Give the parents enough time to call the police, get them searching for the kid, then they find her in an alley, half dead. You get your share of torture, but the police don't catch you. Everyone is happy."
    There was silence. I was reminding myself of Hannah, she always came up with a crazy idea that ended up being the smartest thing in the world.
    "Boss, she has a point," Rich said quietly.
    "Yeah, yeah, I agree. But do we want to be that different?"
    Yes! Oh, please say yes!
    "Maybe."
    "I'm not so sure. I'll need to think about it."
    "But that won't work, you need to find a quiet alley, beat me up and dump my there."
    "Do you want to get beat up?"
    Better than dieing. "Of course I don't! What do you think I am? Suicidal?" Maybe, if they don't let me go.
    "No, to young. But maybe goth. That could lead to being suicidal."
    I pointed at my face and clothing. "Do I look goth to you?
    "I don't think she's goth, Dan."
    "Emo?"
    I held out my good arm and motioned to my bad one. "Zip."
    "Prostitute?"
    "Hell no! What were you thinking!?"
    Dan shrugged. " A man can dream."
    So that's what he wanted. I tried to think of something smart to say. Hannah would know. she always had something witty and smart-alecky to say to everything and everyone. She knew what attitude was. But my mind was blank.
    "God save me," I muttered.