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Lisbon and Jane put their hands up. Lisbon frowned at their captors.

"Mr. Lampton, Helen, how nice to see you again."

Mr. Lampton grinned. "Why, thank you, Agent Lisbon, or Mrs. Jane. Any preference for what we should call you?"

"Don't worry about it," Helen chimed in, "We will probably be together for so long that we might get a first-name basis with these two. Right, Patrick?"

Jane shrugged. "Depends. If we spend our time drinking tea and playing board games, then, yes, we could get on a first-name basis. But if our time together includes torture and possibly death, then we might want to stick with the formalities."

Mr. Lampton nodded. "Good point. Well, you may as well take a seat, we might be here a while."

"Oh, and why is that?" Jane asked.

Helen smirked at him. "Oh, just for our own reasons. Go ahead, take a seat while we wait."

Jane and Lisbon slowly took a seat on the couch across from the kidnaping couple, wary of the guns still pointed at them. After a couple minutes of silence, Jane started up again. "So, why the wait? I mean, are you holding us hostage in order to negotiate your escape or do you just want to kill us?"

Mr. Lampton shook his head. "No, nothing like that. We have no personal vendetta against you two. Just doing our jobs. Oh, and is it true that the police think we're in Mexico?"

Jane nodded. "Yes, supposedly your car was found near the border. The police are at a bit of dead end because of it."

"Wow, that is quite impressive."

"Why?" Lisbon asked.

"Because we didn't think that it would be that easy to get the police to smack against a brick wall," Helen explained, "I thought for sure it would take more evidence than that to put a stopper on your investigation, at least temporarily."

"Yeah, he was right about it."

"He?" Lisbon asked.

"Our boss," Mr. Lampton said.

"And your boss would be...?" Jane asked.

"Oh, we can't say. Actually, we don't have any specific proof of who he is, we just have a couple suspicions. But he really knows what he's talking about."

"But what does he want with us?" Lisbon asked.

"We don't know, nor do we care," Helen said. "We are just supposed to wait here until we get a call and then deliver you to wherever we are told to go. Then we get paid, and off to Canada we go!"

"So the whole kidnaping your daughter thing was just a ploy?" Jane asked.

"Exactly. We don't care about Sarah. She can rot in a hole for all we care," Helen explained."

"Then why did you kidnap her to begin with?"

Mr. Lampton and Helen shared a look before Helen nodded and Mr. Lampton began explaining, "We used to work as private kidnappers. Never hurt anyone, we just wanted ransom money. It was a nice way to make a living, so we did it for decades. Eventually, we began to do private contract work for people who wanted to earn their own ransom money, providing us a small fee of course, and that was how we were approached by some guy, who worked for a company that was owned by another guy, you know, just your typical tangled web covering up who was actually behind it all. The guy's boss wanted us to kidnap our daughter and use her as bait to bring you two out. We were left various instructions for what to do, how to talk, etc. and then the end result was that we would kidnap you two, bring you to our boss, and get paid. So far, everything has worked as planned."

Lisbon sat absorbing this information, trying to make sense of it, while Jane just persisted along with his questioning. "Any idea why we were supposed to be 'brought out'?"

"We figured somebody probably just wants to kill you. We didn't ask questions."

"But why did you need to bring us 'out'? You could have easily kidnaped us from this place without having to kidnap Sarah or anything."

Helen shrugged. "No idea. I think our boss either likes to make things overly complicated, or, maybe, he just likes to play games with the police."

Jane thought for a moment. 'Games?' That was an interesting idea.

Lisbon spoke up. "So it was you two who left those envelopes on our cars."

Mr. Lampton stared at her. "Envelopes? We never left any envelopes for you."

Jane's mind began to process things, and he asked, "You said you had suspicions about who your boss is. Can you at least tell us so we know who hates us so much?"

Mr. Lampton and Helen shared another look. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt," Helen began, "We think our boss is..."

The twinkle of broken glass proceeded the sudden collapse of Helen and Mr. Lamtpon to the floor, dead.

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