After 2 months of searching throughout Pyongyang, we still couldn’t find her, we put up flyers around the city and got a whole lot of calls saying they say her somewhere but they were all false. I just hope she’s still alive. Daniel … well Mr. Chung has been a huge help, part of me wants to give up but I just can’t.
Meanwhile: Back in the US … (Kings County Jail, The Women’s Correctional Facility of New York & YDC of Brooklyn)
“Santiago , you should’ve killed her when you had the chance.” Mateo started off. “Now look at us ! We’re in here probably for the rest of our lives, just because little miss perfect ass got kidnapped. This pisses me the hell off.”
“Mateo , Why kill her? She got kidnapped so where ever she went she would be suffering there anyways. Why are you guys beating up yourselves about this? It’s pointless.” Jose said .
“Jose’s right, but we really should’ve called Uncle Carlos, to be honest.” Marco said.
“Which one? Dad’s brother or Mom’s cousin?” asked Santiago.
“Whichever one is the king pin of the Colombian drug trade.” Marco said.
“That’s dad’s brother.” Jose and Mateo said in unison.
“I’ve seen him kill people and they’re bodies we’re never found.” Mateo said.
“Ugh, volviendo estúpido! (Translate: Ugh, freaking stupid!) It’s too late now anyways so we might as well make the best of our time here.” Santiago said.
“True.” Jose agreed.
At the Women’s correctional facility of New York …
“So yeah girl, the reason why I’m in here is I killed my husband. They called it premeditated murder but I didn’t give a damn. His broke shouldn’t of been cheating so I shot his ass, and later on I robbed his bitch.” A lady said while she and the other women started laughing.
“Say your name, and state why you’re here.” The jail counselor said.
“Hi I’m Inez…” she started off.
“Hey Inez” the women greeted her.
“…And the reason I’m here is cause im being accused of neglect towards my niece and having something to do with her kidnapping.” She stated nonchalantly as the women gasped.
“Well did you have something do with the kidnapping?” a lady asked.
“How long has she been gone?” another lady asked.
“No, um … my kids set it up, and she’s been gone two months.” Inez explained.
“So what are you gonna do?” a lady asked.
“I can’t do anything. I lost my job, my kids are separated in other jails, and she’s gone. “she said.
“You could’ve went to go look for her.” A lady said.
“Sheila , I know. But how? She wasn’t in my house when she was kidnapped. Matter of fact, she ran away for 2 years. Honestly, she was a very ungrateful little brat, and wherever she ends up I hope she can deal with it.” Inez said getting angry.
“Damn.” Sheila said.
“I feel you girl. By the way, I’m Brandy and my son and I had got into an altercation like 9 months ago. He was mad at me cause I said he couldn’t hang out with his friends. I didn’t like them little boys he was running with, I caught him selling weed and other drugs throughout my house at least 6 times and specifically told him those boys are gonna run him to his death. Well we started arguing and he pulled out a gun on me, we started fighting and a bullet went straight in his chest and he died right there.” Brandy started off. “I hate when kids don’t listen. I called my 2 daughters every chance I get. I tell them ‘Don’t be like your mother, be better than me. Live and get the things you wanted that you never had growing up. Have a good life, get married have babies. Don’t be like me.” But they never listened. Ever since their father died they just got haywire. I couldn’t control them. My oldest is prostituting, my youngest is a stripper, and my son is dead. I feel like I failed them.”
