Chapter Eleven
Weeks passed. Although there's been thousands of calls to the police about her whereabouts, look-a-likes and red haired ladies, all of them have come up short. None of the calls were actually about Addison.
The Captain eventually caved, against the police's suggestion, he went ahead and paid the ransom. He wanted his daughter back and if he had to pay the men who took her, then he would have to do so. He was desperate and his family stopped talking to him.
Last year, he hired some men to do a little dirty work for him and then blew them off when the time came to pay them. If he'd known that it would spiral into this, maybe he wouldn't have done it at all.
They all, the Captain, Bizzy, Archer, Mark and Callie, sat around the phone in the detective's office waiting on a phone call from the men who took her. They were getting impatient. Callie yelled, "The money was sent hours ago! They promised us a phone call! We should've gotten a call with her whereabouts by now!"
"Callie," Mark said squeezing her hand. "They're going to call. Addison is coming home."
The phone rang about ten minutes late and the Captain reached for the phone quickly. He cleared his throat, "Hello?"
"Calvin," they all heard as he put the phone on speaker. "Just the man we'd been waiting to hear from. Thank you for our payment finally, however, your daughter is already gone. Sorry for your loss."
"What?" Callie cried out. "What do they mean? She can't be gone! She can't!"
Mark holds on to his best friend tightly, mirroring the way Archer is holding onto his mother as she let out a few tears of her own. It was a sight to see. The infamous Bizzy Montgomery does not cry. It scared Mark to see how much she was hurting that she let herself do it. His own eyes filled with tears as he looked over to Addison's father. His head buried in his hands as he cried into the phone.
He closed his eyes and shook his head. This couldn't be real… This isn't real. This isn't really happening.