A/N: Once again, this is philgraves0215. This chapter belongs to ME!
"Okay son, I'll give you one more chance to talk to me." The officer said to Ricky.
"And I'll give you one more chance to get out of my apartment. I've told you already, I'm NOT talking to you without a lawyer. If you want to talk to me that badly, you'll have to arrest me."
"Well, will you come down to the station with us at least? You can bring a lawyer if you want." The officer said.
"No. Look, are you going to arrest me, or not? If you are, do it. If you're not, then leave me alone, okay? I have some things to take care of." Ricky replied.
The officer was just about to respond when his cell rang.
"Officer Robertson," The officer said to the person on the other end of the phone. His expression grew extremely serious. "What? When? Where?" He was firing questions like bullets. "I'll be there in 10." He was just about to leave when he faced Ricky and said, "I swear son, if you have ANYTHING to do with this young girl's disappearance, I will personally make sure you're behind bars for a long, long time."
Amy's house, 10 minutes earlier…
"Hello?" Amy said as she answered the phone.
"Hello Amy." A dark voice replied.
"Who is this?" Amy said, immediately panicking.
"Oh, that's not important right now. What's important is how much you're willing to go through to see your daughter again."
Amy looked at the caller I.D. Private Caller, it said.
"What do you want? Where are you? Is A.J. all right?
"Patience, child. All will become clear shortly. If you go to the abandoned warehouse underneath the highway, you'll see my demands."
"Why can't you tell them to me right now?" Amy said, trying to stall, but the caller on the other line hung up. Great, just my luck. She thought. The cops were taping all of her calls so they could trace them for later use, and she knew that the call wasn't long enough for them to be able to trace it.
She was just thinking about how scared A.J. must be, sitting there, all alone with no one to hold her.
At the Warehouse…
Amy arrived at the warehouse just minutes before the cops did. (She had called them immediately after receiving the call.) Sure enough, there was a ransom note.
Hello Amy,
If you're reading this, then that means that you want your daughter back. I know you're probably wondering who I am. Let's just say that you know me. You know me REALLY well. I also know A.J. pretty well too. I don't see her that often, but you have no idea how thrilled I am to be able to see her by myself, for the first time since she was born. Which, by the way, why didn't you call me to let me know that my daughter was being born? Oh well, the past is the past, I suppose.
By now, you're wondering if A.J. is alive. Don't worry about that. She's alive and well. And that'll stay that way, too, just as long as you meet my demands.
My only demand is simple. Money. I want one million dollars in unmarked bills. No, I don't want the cops to get it for you. I want you to get it. I want you to work for it. I'll give you some advice. Bank accounts, credit cards, etc. Take some money out.
That's all. Remember, follow my demands, and A.J. will be fine. If you can't meet them, however, she'll die. You have one week.
Signed,
The Dad.
As Amy read through the note, her heart sank. She knew that she wouldn't be able to get a million dollars in a week. But she had to try. She had to do it for A.J.
And herself.