"Hi, Police? This is Narvel Blackstock. My wife.. Reba Blackstock.. Reba McEntire has disappeared from our Tennessee home. I.. I think someone has kidnapped her." "Mr Blackstock do you know approximately how long ago she went missing?" "Uh five minutes, at the most. The doorbell rang and she answered it, by the time I came downstairs she was nowhere to be found. I have yelled and screamed her name and she's nowhere, just nowhere. I need you to help me… Please, please help me!" "Okay Sir, try not to panic, I have a search party out for her right now, every officer in the area is on lookout, I will deploy helicopters now to see if they can spot any strange movements of vehicles or anything, and a detective will be at your house shortly with a few officers. We will have your wife home in no time." "Thank You! I'm sorry, I'm in a panic. What do I do?" "That is fine Sir. While we wait for the detective to arrive how about we chat a while? Do you know anyone that may have reason to take your wife? I know she has a high profile which makes it hard to narrow things down. But if you can think of anyone she may have recently upset, or you for that matter? It is not un-common for people to be taken to get at whomever is closest to them." "No, Not at all. My wife loves everyone, she never mistreats a soul." "And you?" "No I don't think I've pissed anyone off lately. I mean, I manage her career and I can be a jerk sometimes, but only in her best interests, and not to the extent where they would try this." "Okay that's fine, well if you think of anyone please let the detective know. He will be asking you plenty of questions to help get your wife back as soon as possible." "I just can't think..my mind is a mess.. you have no idea I need my wife..." "Sir if I could be with you right now I would. But I promise you I have the best team out there searching for her. Now I will ring you back on this number in a little while to see how things are going. Good luck" "Thank you." And with that he hung up.
Walking around in circles he could feel his pulse in his head, he could hear it, it was beating so loudly, and so fast he swore the lady on the other end of the phone could hear it too. It was driving him insane and causing his stress levels to rise even more. It was like and uncontrollable feeling. He needed to calm down, but he couldn't. The more worked up he got, the more his blood pressure started to rise, until finally his body just couldn't take it anymore.
He blacked out.
Waking to the sound of the detective ringing the doorbell, and then finally banging on the door. He sprung up to answer it. There was no doubt in his mind of who it may be. Cops have a distinctive knock. One you never want to hear late at night, or early hours of the morning. That knock is the knock of trouble. It has the power to knock the breath right out of your chest, knock your legs out from underneath you, and apparently knock your brain into gear.
"Please, please come in." "Mr Blackstock I need to ask you some questions. Do you mind if I have my team have a look around outside while we chat?" "No, no. Go ahead. I'll turn on all the front porch lights and hopefully they will be able to see better." Narvel felt better. He felt as though they were making progress. He tried not to think about his wife missing, more about the fact that with that many people helping, he would have her safely in his arms in no time.
That smart man that Reba had fallen in love with had come back to shine. He kicked his brain into gear and started to think. It was as if he was organizing what was going down, and the detective was merely there to supervise. He barked orders at the officers and told them all everything he knew, he included the string of events leading up to her disappearance. A young officer stupidly asked. "Sir could you give us a description of your wife?" Another stared at him blankly with his mouth open. As if to ask *How do you not know who his wife is? Let alone what she looks like?* Narvel dragged him inside to the living room, where a photo of the two of them hung above the fireplace. "That's her there, now please, get to lookin!" "Well that's.. that's.. Reba McEntire." "Yes it is!" Yelled the detective. The young man ran out of the house dumbfounded and kicking himself for looking like such a fool. All the other officers sighed and wondered what they were going to do with this now starstruck young man.
The search went on for hours and nothing was found. There were tracks from a truck, and footprints that confirmed that she was taken, but nothing that would suggest who by, or for what reason. Even the chopper pilots hadn't noticed anything suspicious. Narvel was slightly worried, but he wasn't giving up hope. He needed to be alone a moment. He dismissed himself from the detective and his officers and walked up the stairs to their bedroom. As he walked by the room that Susie had once occupied he suddenly remembered. He hadn't told her family. He rushed into their bedroom and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" "Mark, please put Suz on the phone." "What? Narvel? Is that you?" "Yes please put her on the phone, it's urgent." "Susie...babe..baby.." "Narvel she's not waking up." "Shake the shit outa her, Mark don't be a jerk right now Reba's been kidnapped, please Mark wake her." "She's what?" "Susie…" He shook her and she still didn't budge. "What the fuck Martha Susan? Wake up Reba needs you!" She didn't move. "Mark is she breathing?"