Chapter 18: The kidnapping
At the city's courthouse
Sylvia was walking into the courthouse, she was on her way to an office were she should prepare herself for a trial.
A man have been caught for drug dealing three days ago and shall now be judged. Sylvia is going to be the accuser. It really bothered Sylvia that normal street dealers were all she could bring to justice. The law enforcement authorities just wouldn't dare touch a hair on the organized criminals.
On her way to the office, a little man with brown hair in a black sport jacket stopped her.
"Excuse me. Miss Sylvia cat?" The tiny man said.
"Yes." She answered.
"I've been informed to tell you that your meeting is relocated to another office."
"What office?" Sylvia said confused. Why has she first been informed of that now?
"Come, follow me." The man said, started walking.
Sylvia followed him. They started walking to an area on the courthouse not many people came to. That made Sylvia more confused.
"Excuse me, but are you sure this is the right place? There doesn't seem to be anyone." She asked the little man, but he didn't say anything, he just keept walking.
Then the man stopped in front of a door and started pointing at it.
"In here please." The man said.
Sylvia opened the door and walked into the room. It was a little room with only one window. In the center, there was desk with a chair in each end. However, she was the only one in the room.
Sylvia could hear the man walk into the room as well, locking the door.
"No one is here." She began. "Are you sure…" Before Sylvia could finish that sentence, she field a kick on her leg, which forced her on her knees. The man then hold her tight and force a cloth against her mouth. She struggled to get free, and to get air, but she started feeling drowsy.
A few seconds later, she stopped moving. The man let go of her and satisfied removed his wig.
An hour later, at the city's Newspaper
Melissa were on her way to the boss' office. She was wondering that the boss mean by her message. Come to my office immediatelly. I want to talk with you about your little chasing for a story. Melissa hoped that the boss wasn't thinking of firing her. She's so close to find a story. She had a feeling that Lola almost had solved the case. The boss had to understand that, and if his patience had one out, Melissa could just start a story of what she already had collected. What Lola told her this morning could be very fruitful.
Melissa stopped at the door to her boss' office. She took a deep breath, prepared herself for the worst and opened the door.
In the office, that was the largest one in the building the curtains was pulled back. Like all offices, it there was a desk and a chair. The chair was turned against the windows so Melissa couldn't see who was sitting on it, but she expected it was her boss.
"You wanted to see me sir." Melissa began. No response. The man doesn't seem to be in a good mood. "Is there a problem?" She then asked.
"Actually" The man in the chair said, but it wasn't the bosses voice. "Everything is perfect."
The man in the chair turned around. Melissa couldn't see his face, but she could see that he was pointing a gun at her. That froze Melissa. There barely came a sound when the man pulled the trigger and the projectile flew through room and hit Melissa at the throat. Melissa thought it would hurt at place where she was hit, but she only feel like a pinch. She wanted to scream, but couldn't. She feel her legs losing power, so she felled on the ground. While she still could keep her eyes open, she could see that her boss was tied up at the corner of the room. Then everything went dark.