We had a plan. I would go- alone like my poor Demi said. But I would go prepared. Going with a gun or a knife would be too dangerous. A risky play. If I showed a weapon they might not think twice about killing Demi. And they would probably check for any communication device. But as I slipped on the bullet proof vest I remembered the weak look on Demi's face. I dropped to the floor. What if they didn't let me see her? What if they take the money and run? Rolling out her lifeless body on the street. I slapped my face. If only they could have taken me. A knock on the door. I finished putting on my protection gear and answered it. No one. I drove off to the park- our park. With a duffle bag filled with cash. I actually brought two, just in case they'd release Demi for an extra $500,000.
I get out of the car. I see a figure on a bench. Not just any bench, our bench. And not any figure, Demi. I go to rush over to her when I am stopped by a flashing lite and a whizzing bullet just missing my check. A rough, hoarse voice spoke.
"Did you bring the cash?"
Silence and a whimper.
"Yes"
"Alone?"
"Yes.."
"Put it down, now. I'll take the money and drive away then you may leave."
"And I get Demi?" A slight hint of hope rose, but I pushed it down.
"Sterling! The girl said maybe, give me the money and she won't die."
"I brought a extra $500,000, if I give that to you also can I have her back?"
I could tell he was thinking. A slight node and more men jumped out of the trees and bushes. One slapped me and everything went blurry as I fell to the ground. The last thing I saw before the world went black, was a nice shinny bullet- hitting Demi. A yelp, both hers and mine- and then darkness.