MILES AWAY 2
I was dragged to the basement parking lot by his brutal urge in all that confusion. There was nothing I could do to free myself from his strong hold. His breath reeked with staled cigarette smoke even as he spoke to my face and I was forced to pay less attention. He mentioned Helene and certain Swiss account numbers Paul had worked on the past weeks. I vividly knew what Paul was always undergoing though it was confirmed from the documents I saw that he was an account’s relation manager at the bank. I could nonetheless saw how it related to me and my daughter but it was most evident that my husband had put his family at stake for some little romance with Helene. “What are you going to do to me?” I cried out.
“You are not listening to me, I am asking you to call Paul…Hey sweetheart, call your husband.” He ordered under a tensed but soft note and then handed the phone to me. “I’ll give you five,” he added.
I tried as much to understand what he wanted me to tell Paul at the moment but bit by bit, I began seeing how he got involved. I noticed a tattoo on his right neck side, it was the same tattoo Helene carved on her right ankle. “What will I be telling my husband?” I bleated. Jenny’s voice broke the silence while I waited humbly for his response. She was tied to the booth of a dark van at the far end of the hall. “What have you done?” I screamed and broke myself lose from his coarse grip. I managed to make my way through their dark leathery crowd but I was weak from all the tossing, all the way down to the drive way underground level.
I was held between beefy arms and tightly though I stretched even endlessly at my very last strength,I couldn’t reach Jenny, a single touch was all I required. “Make the call now!” He ordered and there was no telling that was the last time he was repeating himself. With shaking hands, I punched the numbers that beeped silently in the waiting silence.
“Paul pick the damn phone,” I muttered to myself and it was obvious he wouldn’t answer any call from anyone in his joyful moments with his best, Helene. The probing ringing dotted a few more times and there was a soft beep followed by a lady’s voice…
“What? What did he say?” The leader asked snatching the phone from my hand.
“He didn’t answer…So what are you going to do with us?” I asked but it was obvious I was going to go down first.
“Now you’ll listen good, you’ll go home and hand this booklet to Paul. Tel him Abu sends his regards…He has less than ten hours to submit to my demands.” He said under an Arabic accent. His face looked mean and while I inhaled is close breath. Jenifer tried to hop from the booth but as steady as they held me, there was absolutely nothing I could other than what they had instructed me…