"Shut up, Sharona!" Disher yelled, smacking her across the face. "Someone will hear you." he said. "What have you done with Benjy? Tell me, now!" she screamed. She wouldn't stop until he told her. "Benjy is still in San Francisco. I locked him in your sister's basement. She'll find him when she's ready." he said, with an evil look in his eye. "She's in on this, isn't she? I knew it! That witch!" Sharona said, and Disher held a silencing finger up to her mouth. "Now, now, no need to insult my future wife." he said, grinning. "Future wife? You're marrying her? You stupid bastard!" Sharona yelled. Disher pulled out a chair from a closet. "Be quiet and sit down." Disher said. "No. I don't feel like it." Sharona protested. He pulled a gun out of his holster and aimed it at her head. "Sit." he said. She sat. He tied her legs to the chair, then tied her hands behind her back, and stuck a piece of masking tape over her mouth. Sharona rolled her eyes. "Now hush while I make this ransom note." he said, pulling a pen and a sheet of lined paper out of a desk. He scrawled on the paper:
Monk-
If you want your precious flower back home where you are, come get her before midnight Saturday. After that, she won't be here. She'll be right next to Trudy in San Francisco.
-Disher
He read it aloud to Sharona, and her eyes widened. "I'm going to go mail this. You just sit right here." Disher said, stepping outside the room and locking the door. "You move an inch and you'll be dead before midnight on Saturday."