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Chapter 3
The next day, Ben and Abigail were cleaning up a little from last night.
"Ben, Riley left his i-Pod here. You better call him and let him know before he goes crazy," Abigail made known.
Ben picked up the phone and called Riley. No answer.
"That is weird. Riley didn't answer. And he always answers," Ben stated.
"Try again," Abigail suggested.
Ben tried again. Still no answer.
"Nothing," Ben stated.
"Oh no. Ben you don't think.."
"No don't talk that way. I'll try again," Ben reassured.
Ben tried again.
"Riley please answer you phone," Ben pleaded.
"Oh God don't let it be true," Abigail begged.
Riley awoke with a pounding head and an awful taste in his mouth. He found himself on a floor of a dark room.
'Where am I?' Riley asked himself.
The door banged open. In walked Ian Howe, Phil and Victor.
"Hello Riley. Have a nice nap?" Ian smiled.
"Look what the cat dragged in," Riley responded sarcastically.
Ian kicked Riley in the stomach.
"Now Riley you know better than to mouth off to me," Ian reminded.
"What the hell do you want Ian?" Riley asked.
"I want what is on page 47. I know you know. It would be in your best interest to tell me," Ian stated.
"How about you go to hell first," Riley suggested.
Ian punched him across the face.
"Now Riley you do wanna get out of here and get back to Ben and Abigail don't you? What is on the page?" Ian asked.
"Fine," Ian muttered.
Ian took out his phone and dialed Ben's number.
"Hello?" Ben asked from the other line.
"Ben my old friend. How are you?" Ian asked.
"Ian. What did you do with Riley?" Ben asked.
"Nothing bad yet. And if you want to keep it that way, tell me what is on page 47," Ian demanded.
"Never," Ben refused.
"If you don't it could be very bad to Riley's health," Ian stated.
Ian nodded to Victor and Victor kicked Riley really had in the ribs. Ben heard his cry.
"Don't you hurt him!" Ben yelled.
"You have 72 hours Ben. You got that? 72 hours to get the president's book and give it to me. If you fail to do that, you will watch Riley die a slow and painful death," Ian explained.
He snapped the phone shut.
"Ian has anyone told you, you're a sick man?" Riley asked.
"I have been told that," Ian responded.
Ian and his men left. Riley was left alone once again.
Ben hung up the phone and slammed his fist down onto his desk.
"What is wrong Ben?" Abigail asked.
"Ian does have Riley. He said that I have 72 hours to give him the president's book or we will watch Riley die a slow painful death," Ben explained.
"Oh Ben. What are we going to do?" Abigail asked.
"I don't know," Ben sighed as he hugged his wife, "but we can't let Riley die. We'll find a way. We will."
Riley still sat there. He was rubbing his bruised ribs. They really hurt, along with his head. Riley knew it was useless to try to escape. There were no windows and all three of his captors had guns. So he just sat there.
'This really sucks. I hope Ben finds me soon,' Riley thought.