Isaac Bell
19 August 1906
Isaac Bell is a tall, lean man with blonde hair and bushy moustache, around him was an aura of no-nonsense, he stood at six feet tall as he ran from the thugs chasing him through an almost empty street in Chicago, in his right hand was his twin barrel Derringer, fifteen feet behind him were two big burly men with Colt 38 automatic pistols firing at him. He rounded a corner and was faced with a dead end, the thugs rounded as well, Bell looked back, and with his path now completely blocked he raised his Derringer and shot, the first bullet hit one of the thugs right shoulder, he went down screaming, hand gripping newly opened bullet wound. Before Bell could fire again the second thug shot, the bullet grazing his left arm, he yelled in agony, the thug again raised his pistol and prepared to fire, before he could four other Van Dorn agents rounded the corner, having heard the shots from their hiding position across the street. They seized the thug before he could shoot. One of the agents, a short man with silver hair and stubble approached Bell, his name was Jack Williams. "Are you okay?" he asked Bell "Yes, I'm fine thanks" "Once again you've done a fine job Isaac" Bell nodded, "I must be getting home to Marion, she's waiting for me" "Of course."
22 June
Bell drove home in his automobile, when he arrived home Marion was nowhere to be found. "Marion, I'm home." There was no reply, Bell strolled around the house, pinned to the bedroom door was a note.
"Isaac Bell, we have kidnapped your wife Marion, if you ever wish to see her alive again, come to this address at 9pm, 116 Edward Drive" Bell looked at his pocket watch, it was 8:32, he ran to his car and drove to 116 Edward Drive, there was a warehouse with sliding doors at the front, he opened the doors, it was empty, suddenly the butt of a pistol hit the back of his head, knocking him out cold.