What's she Worth to You?

When a seemingly simple case turns sideways and the team finds a teenage girl strapped to an operating table in a dingy basement, dark secrets begin to unravel about the suspects and the girl they kept locked away for so many years.

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I cling onto the phone, my hands shaking so violently i struggle to hold it close enough to my ear so I can hear him.

"Where is she?" I breathe out, anger, frustration and exhaustion clearly audible in my voice. A deep throaty chuckle rises from the phone and I clench my hand into a fist, wanting so bad just to hit him.

"Oh, if only it were that easy," responds a husky voice and I run a hand through my hair, pacing around the room and trying to stay calm. I take a deep breath and try to stuff my emotions back down, as they seem to be rising in my throat. My breaths hitch and I feel the tears well up in my eyes for the millionth time in the last few weeks.

"I want her back you bastard, where is she!" I yell, the words come out louder and harsher than I intended but at this point I don't care. "What do you want, I'll do anything, I'll get you whatever you want, just give her back."

"Hm," I feel as if I can practically feel him smirking, his arrogance and maliciousness is so clear, even in his voice.
"That's a tricky one detective, because you see, I don't know how much of a hold I have on you yet. So before I answer your question, I have a question of my own." I'm taken aback by his response and shake my head.

"I'm not playing games! You think this is-"

"How willing are you, detective Lindsay?" He interrupts, and I look down in confusion.

"What?-"

"What are you prepared to do? You said it yourself you'll do anything to get the little brat back and I'm just wondering how far I can bend you till you break. So my question for you, Miss Erin Lindsay is the following. How far are you willing to go?" He pauses, sucking in a long breath.
"Tell me, what's she worth to you?"