Prologue

It was 2 am in the morning when the young woman arrived in front of her building. She, peacefully, climbed up the four floors to her apartment. Lost in her mind she remembered the last hours of her day. The pretty brunette came back from a night with her colleagues in a bar. Like every time they laughed talking about everything and nothing during hours. She didn't stop talking with her two best friends and they never missed talking point. It was a nice night even if she had to tolerate the view of her partner and his fiancée. It was hard for her to see them so happy, but she knew that behave as if everything was okay was the best thing to do. The Hispanic opened her door thinking about the way she laughed with her best friend all night, but she froze after two steps. Someone went inside she was sure of that. She also thought that this person was still inside, but she didn't want to draw hasty conclusions. Carefully she took her gun and started to study every room. She started at the entrance and then turned right to look at the kitchen, the bedrooms and, the bathroom. Then she continued her way. When she arrived in her living room, she saw a familiar figure near the window. She froze immediately. She knew the intruder all too well. The young woman was not the type to panic quickly but knowing that this man was in her home terrified her. She stepped forward, staying on her guard. If he was there that means that he had a plan. He was prepared for his revenge. So, he probably didn't come alone.

"What are you doing here? How did you find me?"

"It's about time! I wait for hours."

"Get out of my apartment now!"

"Come on after fifteen years I thought that I would have a better welcome."

"You leave, now!"

"Don't worry we are going to get out of here." The man answered watching in the back of the room.

The young woman turned around just in time to avoid being knocked out. She began to fight with her opponent, but she was tired, taken aback and quite drunk. She knew how to defend herself and easily put her opponent in trouble. A well-placed right hook made her guard vulnerable and a punch in the ribs left her breathless. Very quickly she found herself thrown on her coffee table. She was rung but she still could have her weapon back. The young woman pointed the gun at her assailant. Only she saw trouble because of the shock she had received in the head and she didn't know if she had touched him. A few seconds later she felt a hand on her mouth and past out. The first intruder had just neutralized her with chloroform. Unfortunately, the young woman had only scratched her target. The two men put her in a huge suitcase and left the apartment without any hesitation. What they didn't know was that on the other side of the hall a young neighbor had seen everything and heard everything. She hastened to call the police knowing that she could do nothing more to help her friend.

"Police? I leave at 673 Weverly Ave. Brooklyn, NY 11285 and I would want to declare an abduction."