Kidnapped

Chapter 21 - "No..." I whispered.

Chapter 21 – Sam Heasley

“Katie? Katie, where are you?” I sat confused on the swing that I had found when Katie and I went our separate ways.

“S—m? Can y— hear me?” static had cut right into what Katie had been trying to say.

“K-Katie?! I can barely hear you, where are you?”

“S—m?! He—o?!”

I all of sudden I heard a huge thud in the background of whatever Katie was doing or where ever Katie was, “Katie?! Where are you? Are you okay?”

I didn’t get an answer—the only thing I heard was a scream that sounded like ‘Help!’ then the line cut dead; when the call was gone, the only thing I was able to do was listen to the dial tone of the now ended call. Where was Katie? What was she even doing? But it sounded like she was with someone, and it obviously, sounded like she was in trouble. But when I thought about something for a moment, I realized I had a useful resource.

I immediately started dialing a familiar number and waited for an answer, “please pick up, please pick up,” I bit my lip to keep myself from yelling. I sighed as I heard the answer.

“Hello, this is Detective Hanes, how may I help you?” Thank. You. God.

“Detective Hanes?! Thank god, you answered! I just got a call from Katie on my cell phone and it sounded like she was in trouble is there any way you could go back and looked at the phone record and see where that call was coming from?” it’s like I couldn’t get my words out fast enough; I was tapping my foot rapidly, my forehead was forming beads of sweat, and I was watching my surroundings.

“Whoa, Sam, calm down,” Detective Hanes replied, “I need to ask you a few questions first.”

I sighed, “Fine, but could we make it fast? It sounded like she was really in trouble.”

“Fine, let’s get to it then—how long was this conversation?”

I sighed in frustration this time, “I’m not sure, maybe close to half a minute—forty five seconds or something like that.”

“Okay, Sam, what was this conversation about?”

“I couldn’t make it out—it was really hard to hear her—it sounded like she was sort of out of the area and her words kept getting cut off by static.”

“Out of the area?” Detective Hanes sounded confused at my words, “what do you mean that it sounded like it was out of the area?”

“Well, here in Brentwood, you can always get clear signal where ever you are in this city—but when you’re out of the city or in certain cities like, Tracy for instance…you can barely hear the person on the other line.”

“Okay,” the detective confirmed, “Sam where are you?”

“At the park,” I replied with no hesitation, “the one down by the new city hall.”

“Okay, I’m going to be there in five minutes, understand?”

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Goodbye.”

With that, the conversation was over. I tried calling Katie back six times but the call kept going straight to voicemail—but this was a different type of voice mail. It kept telling me that the person I’m trying to reach is out of service, which seems to be a little coincidental if you ask me. I jumped off of the swing I was sitting on when I saw Detective Hanes’ car approaching me.

“Get in,” she commanded as she rolled down the window.

With no hesitation I jumped right into the front seat and looked around the car—it was full of computers, cell phones, wires, cups, and I could keep going but I really don’t think I should—I looked at the detective and just watched her speed down the street and away from the building.