A company called “Liberation"

After he had showered I prepared a couple of ready meals in the microwave and as we ate he asked the question he should have asked at the beginning; ‘how did you organise this so quickly?’

I smiled, ‘because I know people. That’s how.’ He seemed to accept that and then asked what happens now.

‘We will record a video detailing your capture and setting the scene for a ransom demand which we will send to your father later in the week. In the meantime I have arranged for a person to come in twice a day to cook for us. Of course you will have to act like a kidnap victim whilst she is in the house although it is unlikely you will ever meet but we do need to be careful.’

He nodded but I could see his eyes drooping. It had been a long day and not the one he expected. The combination of the drink and drugs plus the crushed sleeping tablets I had added to his meal was getting the better of him. I suggested he got a good night’s sleep and he retired to bed.