When a rich man's wife and daughter are kidnapped, David Mendrick and his crew will do whatever it takes to find them.
He smiled as he stepped out of his car. Home sweet home, he thought to himself. Mr. Lawrence walked calmly to his front door. He entered the house. "Honey, I'm home!" he called as he nonchalantly placed his coat on the coat hanger.
He started to walk up the steps. "Honey?" he called.
He continued to walk. She must be sleeping, he thought. He strode to the bedroom door and opened it quietly. No one was present. Puzzled, he backed out of the room and walked towards Lindsay's room. He opened the door quietly. Nothing.
He rose an eyebrow. Maybe Rhonda took Lindsay out to ice cream.
He pulled out his cell phone to call her. Suddenly, the home phone rang. He sighed and walked into the bedroom. Snatching the phone up from the bed he pressed the call button and rested it against his ear. "Hello, Lawrence residence."
"Hello Mr. Lawrence," said a low muffled voice.
"Who is this?" he asked, alarmed.
"We have your wife and daughter," the voice said.
Mr. Lawrence's heart beat raced. "What?! Where are they!? Tell me right---"
"Calm down Mr. Lawrence," the voice said with a chuckle. "Do exactly as we say and you'll get your family back. Expect a ransom demand within the week."
The line went dead.