Part 2
CRASH
Stewart residence, fours days before the events of part 1, it is now 11pm, a hour after Miley was supposed to come back from her concert at the staples center.
-Dad Miley is not answering her cell phone, I talked with the security chief at the Staples Center and he said the concert ended at 9pm as planned.
-Did you try to call Charlie? - Robbie Ray replied
-Not answering either.
-I don't like this Jackson... I have a bad
He couldn't finish, the phone ringing interrupted him.
-Miles?
-Is this Robbie Ray Stewart? - a male voice said
-Who is this?
-Tsk tsk, your manners, it's not polite to answer a question with another question. I assume you are Mr. Stewart and I assume also that you care a lot for your daughter correct?
-Yes.
-And do you know where she is now?
-Of course I know, what do you want?
-No, I beg to differ Mr. Stewart. I, on the other hand, do know where she is. And I'll tell you what I want to let her go back to you... alive.
-I don't know who you are, but I know that you are lying.
-Yes. You need proof, allow me to provide it.
Robbie Ray felt a shiver run down his spine as he recognized the voice he heard on the other end of the line, it was Lily, she was crying.
-I'm sorry... I had to tell them... just... just help us get home... NO!!! LET GO OF ME!!! STOP IT!!! PLEASE!!! NO!!!
Robbie Ray closed his eyes as he heard Lily's screams in the distance, he knew what they were doing to her.
-You're still there, good. I think that the fact that I have your daughter and her friend is clear enough, now, let's talk business yes? I want 15 million dollars in cash. Small bills, non sequential, you have 24 hours, I assume you don't want your daughter to share the uh... fun... her friend is having with my associates right now... correct?
-If you do as much as look bad at her you monster I promise you I
-I don't think you are aware of how delicate this situation is Mr. Stewart, I decide whether or not your daughter lives, so you better start getting the money. I'll call tomorrow to arrange the delivery, expect a message from me tomorrow morning.
Jackson glared at his father, he knew things were not OK.
-Dad...
-Miley has been kidnapped... they want 15 million dollars to bring her back. -he somberly replied
-But... we don't have that kind of money... Miley doesn't even get all that in a year... you have to talk to them and...
-Stop it Jackson... I need to think what are we going to tell Heather tomorrow...
The next morning Jackson was fixing breakfast when someone knocked at the door, when he got there he found a package on the floor addressed to his father, moments later Robbie Ray was watching the tape that was inside, on the screen Miley appeared sitting on a dirty bed, Lily was sleeping on her legs, her hair was all messed up, she wasn't wearing her wig and her face was dirty with signs of crying all over it.
-Dad... these men are not joking, they want 15 million dollars, delivered in small, non sequential bills, the money must be delivered in a black suitcase that you must leave inside a marked trash can at the beach, please don't call the cops, they are going to hurt us if you do.
The tape ended and Robbie Ray just glared at the empty screen, he didn't heard the doorbell, he reacted when Jackson shook him.
-Dad... Lily's mom is here...
-Hi... the place is too quiet, are the girls still sleeping? -Heather Truscott said
The woman remained silent as Robbie Ray told her what was going on and showed her the video, seeing her daughter in such condition made her lose her composure.
-THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!! THOSE MONSTERS ARE HURTING MY BABY AND ITS YOUR FAULT!!!
-Heather
-YOU AND YOUR IDEA OF LETTING HER HANG AROUND WITH YOUR DAUGHTER THE POP STAR!!!
Then she just hugged him crying.
-I want my Lily back... get my Lily back... please
-We will get them back...
Heather realized something.
-You don't have that kind of money, I have helped you with Hannah Montana's finances... we know she wouldn't get that in a year... what are we going to do?
-To be honest... I don't know yet... I don't know...
Two days later the phone rang again at the Stewart residence.
-Mr. Stewart I don't think you're aware of the severity of the situation. If you want to see your daughter and her friend alive you better come up with the 15 million. In two days you'll receive another message with instructions.
As the man said two days later a package was left at Lily's home, Heather didn't had the guts to see it so she brought it to Robbie Ray, she hugged him and cried as she saw the images, Miley wasn't wearing her blonde wig, her clothes were dirty and and she looked weak with tears running down her face, Lily was cuddled beside her, wearing only a dirty shirt, her legs dirty and her eyes looking at nowhere.
-Daddy... they are impatient... they want you to deliver the money tomorrow night at midnight at the mall parking lot, the limo will be there, if their envoy doesn't come back with the money they are going to kill Lily... Daddy please...
-Jackson, tell Rico that we accept his Dad's offer... but tell him that we will pay him back every cent. - Robbie Ray said
Jackson nodded and dialed Rico's number. At 7pm someone knocked at the door. When Billy Ray opened it he saw an African-American man with a police badge hanging from a chain.
-Mr. Stewart? I'm Detective Mike Lowrey, we have located where you daughter and her friend are being held. We need your permission to begin the rescue operation. -he said
Robbie Ray was surprised since he had not requested the help of police, he turned around to Heather.
-I had to... after I saw the first video... I couldn't stay doing nothing...
Robbie Ray sat with her.
-This could be dangerous for the girls... we don't know if we can trust this guy
-Mike's wife Syd works for the DEA, she was my roommate at college a few years ago, if there's someone I can trust is Mike... please... let him get my Lily...
Mike got in and knelled before them.
-I'll get them both I promise.
With teary eyes Robbie Ray glared at him.
-Go get my baby girl...
To be continued...