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Revenge!

Prologue

In the offices of Keith Parker and Associates, three men sat around a table looking at pictures. They were not just any pictures. They were pictures of three very beautiful women. Keith Parker picked up a picture of a very tall and slender brunette. He looked at it closely, and passed it to his associates.

"Gentlemen," he said, "here is one of Charlie Townsend's associates. Her name is Sabrina Duncan. She lives alone, but she lives in an apartment building with a doorman. She might be hard to take. Her car is an orange Pinto, California license plate number 127-UBO. Keep her in mind." Parker picked up the next picture, a brunette with green eyes. "This is Kelly Garrett. She also lives alone, but has a dog. It is a large black poodle. Her car is a beige Mustang, California license number 356-CFX. She might be easier to take, because she lives in a house on a quiet street." He passed the picture to his coworkers.
Parker picked up the last picture. It was of a blonde woman with green eyes. "This one is Kris Munroe. She lives in a beach house with a younger sister. She drives a white Cobra with blue stripes. The license is a California plate number 436-YEB. She might be more difficult to take because of the younger sister. They both come and go at different hours. Townsend would pay handsomely for any one of them, if we were to demand a ransom. However, I want to see Townsend suffer. He is very fond of all of his "Angels" as he likes to call them. He would do anything to get them back."

Gary Nelson, a tall, thin man with balding blonde hair, spoke up. "I say it's either the Garrett woman or the Munroe woman. Garrett, because she is on a quiet street. Munroe, because it is more likely that someone will notice she's missing sooner. Her sister would know if she is gone."

Frederick Boden, a pudgy dark haired man, answered. "Yeah, I say we take Munroe. The sooner Townsend knows she is missing, the better. He needs to pay for what he did to you, Boss."

"20 years of my life.......GONE! because of Townsend sticking his nose into my business. Well, he's going to pay through his "Angels." Tomorrow morning we take the Munroe woman as she leaves for work. Nelson, I want you to be waiting right outside her door when she leaves in the morning. Since we don't exactly what time she will leave for work, you will need to be there early. Boden, you will be waiting in the car as back up, and be ready to drive away as soon as Nelson grabs her."

"Yes, Boss," both of the associates said.

Parker picked up the picture of Kris. "Say goodbye to your pretty Angel, Townsend."

Chapter 1

Sal Munroe was up early for school. It was "Dress Like a Professional Day" at school to interest the students in possible careers. Everyone was supposed to dress in an outfit that someone of their chosen profession might wear. Sal thought she would dress like a paralegal. She put on a business suit, nylons, and high heels. She put her hair into a French twist, and put on a little more makeup than usual. She borrowed Kris' string of pearls and an old briefcase. She looked every bit the professional. She couldn't wait to see her boyfriend Mark's reaction. Sal went out to the kitchen to grab some juice and toast before leaving for school. Kris came out to join her. She whistled.

"Look at you!"

"Do I look OK?" Sal did a model's pirouette.

"Honey, you look fabulous!"

"Thanks. Do you think Mark will like it?"

"I think he will."

"These heels are going to kill me before the day is over."

"You'll get used to them eventually. I love my high heels." Kris went over to the fridge to see what she could turn into breakfast. "Do you want me to fix you anything?"

Sal checked her watch. "No, thanks. I really gotta go. My bus will be here in a few minutes."

"See you this afternoon. Love you."

"Love you too. Bye." Sal grabbed her bookbag, checked it quickly, and picking up her briefcase went out the door. Kris decided to hold off on breakfast for a bit and take a shower instead. She went into the bathroom and turned on the water.

Sal closed the front door behind her and turned to lock it. She felt herself being grabbed from behind. She dropped the briefcase and book bag in the struggle to free herself. A cloth was put over her nose and mouth. She smelled a sweet odor and then passed out. Nelson picked her up and put her into his car.

:Let's go," he said to Boden. Boden backed his car out of the driveway and drove to Keith Parker and Associates. He drove the car around to the back of the building. Nelson and Boden grabbed a blanket from the trunk and tossed it over Sal. Nelson lifted her from the backseat and carried her inside.

Kris got out of the shower and got dressed. She went out to the kitchen. She decided to have toast and coffee instead of fixing a big breakfast. She didn't cook much when Sal wasn't home. Kris put the coffee pot on and put some bread in the toaster. She went to the front porch to get the morning newspaper. As she looked down, she saw Sal's book bag and the briefcase on the ground. Kris looked around. "Sal?" She called. "Sal?" Kris ran around the wrap around porch. "SAL! SAL!!"

Kris went back inside the house. Breakfast forgotten, she picked up the phone to call Charlie and the others.

Nelson and Boden took Sal to a seldom used conference room. They laid her out on the couch. They removed the blanket. Parker came in.

"Hey, Boss! We got the Munroe woman!" Nelson was jubilant.

Parker took a look at Sal. He looked again. "YOU IDIOTS!!!" He exploded. "That's not the Munroe girl! It's her sister!"

"Sorry, Boss. All we could see was her back side." Nelson was apologetic.

"Then you should have waited for her to turn around!" Parker paced the room, running his hands through his hair. "Ok, everyone calm down." He slammed his hand on the conference table. "DAMN!" Parker continued to pace. "We can still make this work. Even though we didn't get one of Townsend's Angels, we still got someone important to him. She's related to an Angel, and Townsend will still pay to get her back."

"Can we still make him suffer, Boss?" Boden asked.

"I think so. Give me time to work on a plan. Keep an eye on her." Parker started to leave the room. Sal began to stir. "Keep her under!" Parker ordered.

"Yes, Boss!" Nelson was ready for duty. He pulled out syringe and injected Sal with it. Sal was still.

"You two stay with her. If she wakes up, put her out again. I want her quiet until we can figure out what to do with her." Parker left for his office. Nelson and Boden sat down at the conference table and began to play cards.

In the office of Townsend Investigations, Kris nervously paced the floor. "Where could she be?" she moaned. "She was leaving for school just like she does every day, and then she's gone!"

Sabrina handed Kris a cup of coffee and patted her back. "We'll find her, Kris."

Kris took the coffee. "Thanks, Bree. You know, the school called to find out why she wasn't in school today. I had to make something up. I hate doing that." Kris sat down on the couch. She put the coffee on the table in front of her. Then she put her head in her hands. Kelly sat next to Kris and put her arm around her.

"Like Sabrina said, we'll find her, Kris. Do you think we should call Jill?"

Kris shook her head. "Not yet. I want to know what we're up against first. Then I'll call Jill and tell her. We may find Sal before Jill could get here."

"I'm sure we'll find her soon, " Bosley said from his desk. The phone rang. "Townsend Associates."

"Angels, Bosley, we need to find out why Sal was taken. Could it be for money, Kris?"

"We're comfortable, but we wouldn't be worth millions to somebody. Sal has a trust fund for college. She can't touch it for two more years. There was no ransom note. No one has called. I just checked my home phone for messages a while ago."

"Actually, Kris, you could be worth millions to somebody." Sabrina said from the bar where she was pouring another cup of coffee.

"Huh?"

"One of Charlie's enemies. Maybe someone grabbed Sal, thinking she was you."

"That could be it, Sabrina!" Kelly chimed in.

"I'll start running down the list of my enemies and see what I can come up with, Angels, " Charlie told them.

"Especially look at ones who have been released or escaped from prison, Charlie," said Sabrina. "It would be easier for them to pull something."

"You're right, Angel. I'll call back in a while." Charlie hung up.