The news hit Alex like the bullet that had nearly killed him 25 years ago. His whole face went pale as tears welled up in his eyes. He dropped the phone, which was linked to Steve Harrison, the father of his son's friend. James had been kidnapped.
"Everything OK?" his wife, Sabina, asked as she entered the room. Alex couldn't bring himself to deliver the news. "James... kidnapped..." He stuttered.
Sabina's face went very pale. "What are you going to do?" she asked.
Alex's face looked gloomy. "What I've been trying to avoid."
Alex stood in front of the Royal & General bank on Liverpool Street, wondering what he was doing coming back here. This place was a living hell to him back when he was 14. What would this bring him into again? He had a family now, and he knew what it was like to lose someone close to you. But that was part of the reason he had come. He couldn't lose James.
Alex took a deep breath, wondering what he was getting himself into, and walked inside.