have been randomly kidnapped. Maybe the man thathad been following me thought Jakob was some sort of contact of mine. Maybe my kidnappers thought he knew something about my investigations. Or maybe not. Maybe he had his own story. If I could figure out his story and background, maybe I could figure out why we were both here. There was, of course, the possibility that he had more sinister aspirations, but I couldn’t allow my mind to focus on that.
“Yes, ma’am,” he responded, and continued his erratic body movements against me for the next few minutes.
“So, can I ask you a few questions?” I said, and then took a deep breath and waited for him to respond.
“Yes, my name is Jakob; yes, I’m single; yes, I like sex; no, I’m not a freak; and no, I don’t do drugs; though I do like a drink every now and then.” He spoke matter-of-factly, and I giggled.
“Well, I’m glad we got that out of the way,” I said, and I smiled to myself at his goofiness. “However, those aren’t the answers to any of the questions I was going to ask you.”
“Yes, okay, I admit it. I have smoked weed. Once, or twenty times,” he responded again, and I shook my head.
“I guess you experimented in college, huh?” I got into his banter easily and then frowned at myself for getting distracted. “That’s not my question either though. I’m trying to figure out why we’re here. We have to have something in common. I can’t believe that we were randomly kidnapped together.”
“Aside from the fact that the man you said was following you came up to me and asked me what we’d been talkingabout? Aside from the fact that I told him to mind his own business, and he told me to be very careful what I said and to who? I thought I was being punked in the coffee shop. Now, I realize I wasn’t. But, hey, yeah, we can see if we have anything else in common. Feel free to ask me anything you want.”
“Okay, I’m thinking.” I stared at the ocean, hoping it would give me insightful questions to ask, but all I could keep thinking about was the fact that he was single.
We sat there in silence as he attempted to get the blindfold off and I thought about questions to ask him that wouldn’t give too much of my own story away. I tried to take in my scenery more thoroughly so that I could ignore him as much as possible. We were on a beach—that I was sure of. The sand beneath me was a light white-yellow, with few shells. It was the kind of beach I’d want to vacation on if I’d been given the opportunity. The water was a gorgeous transparent blue, with calm waves. The sky was a soft light blue, with luscious, fluffy white clouds, and I could see the sun in the horizon, mocking me.
Even though our section of beach was partially shaded, it was still frighteningly hot. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and I was thirsty. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and took a couple of deep breaths.
“Where were you when you were kidnapped?” I asked him, the first question that came to mind.
“I was leaving work, walking to my car, when two men approached me.” His answer sounded logical enough. “Theyasked me for directions, I responded, then I felt a prick in my arm. The next thing I knew I was waking up in the back of a car.”
“With me?”
“No.” His tone changed. “They picked you up after I was already in the car.”
“So that means that there were other people in on it.” I bit down on my lower lip, gnawing hard as I thought. “I think that guy from the coffee shop was watching me that night. I think that he must have been in on it with Billy and the other guy.”
“I suppose that makes sense. I doubt those two numbskulls could have put this together by themselves. They didn’t seem very bright.”
“I agree.” Something suddenly occurred to me, and I gasped out loud. “It makes me wonder why our kidnapper chose them to do the job—it’s almost as if it wasn’t very well planned out.”
“Maybe they
“Yes, ma’am,” he responded, and continued his erratic body movements against me for the next few minutes.
“So, can I ask you a few questions?” I said, and then took a deep breath and waited for him to respond.
“Yes, my name is Jakob; yes, I’m single; yes, I like sex; no, I’m not a freak; and no, I don’t do drugs; though I do like a drink every now and then.” He spoke matter-of-factly, and I giggled.
“Well, I’m glad we got that out of the way,” I said, and I smiled to myself at his goofiness. “However, those aren’t the answers to any of the questions I was going to ask you.”
“Yes, okay, I admit it. I have smoked weed. Once, or twenty times,” he responded again, and I shook my head.
“I guess you experimented in college, huh?” I got into his banter easily and then frowned at myself for getting distracted. “That’s not my question either though. I’m trying to figure out why we’re here. We have to have something in common. I can’t believe that we were randomly kidnapped together.”
“Aside from the fact that the man you said was following you came up to me and asked me what we’d been talkingabout? Aside from the fact that I told him to mind his own business, and he told me to be very careful what I said and to who? I thought I was being punked in the coffee shop. Now, I realize I wasn’t. But, hey, yeah, we can see if we have anything else in common. Feel free to ask me anything you want.”
“Okay, I’m thinking.” I stared at the ocean, hoping it would give me insightful questions to ask, but all I could keep thinking about was the fact that he was single.
We sat there in silence as he attempted to get the blindfold off and I thought about questions to ask him that wouldn’t give too much of my own story away. I tried to take in my scenery more thoroughly so that I could ignore him as much as possible. We were on a beach—that I was sure of. The sand beneath me was a light white-yellow, with few shells. It was the kind of beach I’d want to vacation on if I’d been given the opportunity. The water was a gorgeous transparent blue, with calm waves. The sky was a soft light blue, with luscious, fluffy white clouds, and I could see the sun in the horizon, mocking me.
Even though our section of beach was partially shaded, it was still frighteningly hot. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and I was thirsty. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and took a couple of deep breaths.
“Where were you when you were kidnapped?” I asked him, the first question that came to mind.
“I was leaving work, walking to my car, when two men approached me.” His answer sounded logical enough. “Theyasked me for directions, I responded, then I felt a prick in my arm. The next thing I knew I was waking up in the back of a car.”
“With me?”
“No.” His tone changed. “They picked you up after I was already in the car.”
“So that means that there were other people in on it.” I bit down on my lower lip, gnawing hard as I thought. “I think that guy from the coffee shop was watching me that night. I think that he must have been in on it with Billy and the other guy.”
“I suppose that makes sense. I doubt those two numbskulls could have put this together by themselves. They didn’t seem very bright.”
“I agree.” Something suddenly occurred to me, and I gasped out loud. “It makes me wonder why our kidnapper chose them to do the job—it’s almost as if it wasn’t very well planned out.”
“Maybe they
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