What's she Worth to You?

Tracker

N A Y A

I wake up and glance at the clock. 2:47. Perfect.
I quietly and stealthily slide out of bed, making sure not to wake up Jane. I walk downstairs and pick up my bag from the stairs. I make myself a quick cup of coffee before sitting down at the table.

I pull my computer out of my bag and sigh. I really shouldn't be doing this.

But nevertheless, it must be so. I open my Email and take a sip, looking through to see if I received anything.

After we'd found our new Vic, I gotten an Email from an anonymous source. I read over it one more time.

From: Unknown
Subject: The Package Delivered

The package you received was wrongfully addressed! We're so sorry for the inconvenience and will pick it up
as soon as we are able!

Of course that's not what they mean, though. The "package" is definitely code for the girl, and they're going to stop at nothing to get her back.

But that shouldn't be a problem.

I sigh and place my hands over the keyboard, my fingers hovering over the letters as I debate over what to say. I take another sip before I begin.

To: Unknown
Subject: The Package Delivered

It's really no problem, the item inside was nothing but delightful! There's no reason to retrieve it, I'll simply keep it, instead!

I hit send and lean back in my chair. A cold wind rushes through the kitchen and goosebumps raise on my skin. I shiver as I pull my arms closer to my center, trying to absorb the warmth from my cup of coffee. I let out a sigh as I check my other emails,

Spam, notifications, coupons.

My eyes catch the name and I stop scrolling. I press my lips together as I read over the name and my mouse hovers over it, trying to decide if I should click on it.

I shake my head.

"No ma'am." I whisper aloud to myself and scroll back up to the top.
"Not tonight." I push my chair back with my legs and stand up, walking over to the window. I watch the trees sway in the wind, staying quiet to be able to hear the sound of the leaves blowing around, dancing in the air before they land safely on the ground. I put a hand on the window, feeling the chill of the air through the glass. Israel never got this cold, it's probably below twenty degrees out there.

My computer dings and I turn my head to look at it, retying my robe as I do so. I sit down in the chair and open the email.

From: Unknown
Subject: The Package Delivered

That contents of that package
do not belong to you. We will
retrieve them with time. Please
not make this more difficult than
it must be.

"Hm," I say aloud and place my hands back on the board.

To: Unknown
Subject: The Package Delivered

I will do whatever necessary
to maintain the occupants of
that box. Name your price.

Send.