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A/N: Okay, for those of you that are guessing who the kidnapper is, we're not going to tell you. However, you will find out… soon. And, for those of you that are thinking, we're NOT Ben haters! We actually don't hate anyone on the show!
"Amy, do you think that there is a possibility that it's not Ricky?" Officer Robertson asked.
"Excuse me? Of course not! I am almost positive that Ricky's the kidnapper. Sorry, I am positive that it's Ricky!"
"Well, the thing is, there's no evidence directly linking him to the crime, and the lie detector was clean."
"So? Is it my fault that you guys can't do your jobs right? Is it my fault that you can't collect evidence at a crime scene? No! And besides, even I know a way to beat a polygraph! All you have to do is look on the Internet! It's not that hard! So, I suggest you guys get your asses out there and go look for my daughter! She's out there scared! She doesn't know where she's with, or who she's with! START DOING YOUR JOB!!" Amy screamed, sobbing hysterically.
"Look, we're doing the best we can!"
"Well your best isn't good enough! Your best isn't going to help me find my daughter! Your best is going to get her killed!" Amy looked through the Plexiglas window. She saw Ricky's face. She looked through those cold eyes, and she knew. She knew that Ricky had already done it. He had already killed her daughter. She couldn't control herself anymore. She burst through the door into the interrogation room.
"WHY? WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO IT?" Amy yelled at Ricky.
"What? What did I do?" Ricky asked, attempting to remain calm.
"YOU KILLED A.J.! YOU KILLED YOUR OWN DAUGHTER! SHE WAS YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD! HOW COULD YOU?
"Listen here you little bitch!" Ricky whispered. "This is all your fault. If you had just kept an eye on your daughter, or better yet, your legs closed, neither of us would be in this position!" And with that, Ricky left.
Later that day…
Amy walked into the warehouse, a suitcase full of money in her hand. She knew the cops couldn't help her any more. It would be up to her to get her daughter back.
"Well hello Amy." A dark voice called out through the shadows. It sent a chill down her spine.
"Who are you? Where's A.J.?" Amy asked.
"Patience, my child. You'll get your daughter as soon as I get my money."
"I have your money. Would you like me to bring it to you?"
"Oh, no, no, no. I'll come and get it."
The figure walked out of the shadows, so Amy could see the face of the man that ruined her life.
"You?" Amy gasped.
A/N: Cliffhanger! I am so evil! MWAHAHA! You'll have to wait until next chapter to find out who it was!