I just stood there in shock hearing Dustie scream. I couldn't understand why anyone would kidnap her. Is it for revenge?
"Dustie are you still there?" I said into the phone, But I knew there wouldn't be an answer.
"She is still here, but you will need to find me to get to her. Good. Luck." A deep voice said into Dustie's phone.
"Let her go." I said in the phone through gritted teeth.
"Dustie, Why don't you say something to Liam.Oh wait, she cant. She is passed out in the back of my van. And let me tell you, its pretty impressive that she can hold her breath almost seven minutes." He said. What. I know that voice. It reminds me of Randy from high school. We both hated each other
"Look, Liam. She will be fine If you listen to me. If you report this to the police there goes her right hand. You now the one with your name tattooed on. You can tell four people. If they tell ANYONE her left arm will be shattered by a hammer hitting it. If you tell more then four people there goes her lip ring being tore out of her lip. I got twenty-four hour surveillance on you and all your friends. I will leave you clues for you to find your little sweetheart." He said laughing.
"What do you want from her?" I asked.
"I don't want anything from her. You took something that should of belonged to me. Plus she will have food and water. She will be able to take a shower. She might just be able to talk to you every now and then. She will be able to listen to music. Watch T.V. But, I would have to keep an eye on the T.V. If I even see her on the news channel she will not be able to walk. I mean who can walk with two broken legs." He said with some noise in the background from the van.
"What did I take from you to get so mad and kidnap Dustie? Why couldn't we settle it like men. Instead of you kidnapping someone." I said getting mad.
"Will you stop saying kidnap in almost every sentence. You took Dustie from me. I loved Dustie." He said ending the call.