She was clearly the daughter, or niece of Maxim. Worth buying, in fact, from her figure and face alone. More importantly, she’d be a hostage and bar...aining chip. It’d be a good play but Elizabeth had the box. But that’s why he had secreted an unused one into his cast. Smiling so broadly wasn’t yet the best strategy as a kidnapping victim.“Brett! Shit! I was trying to remember your name!”“Fuck you, you piece of shit.” Brett answered.“He is coming,” the brown girl said. “Do not be angry.”She. "Hello John," said a menacing, dark haired woman from the screen."Ha!" cried John, jerking upright in his chair. The woman on the screen was the image of his long dead first wife, Markie. She was dressed in a hideous orange nylon over-stuffed winter coat and on her head was an ugly, pink stocking cap with a purple ball at its crown.A dozen things went through John's mind. His computer wasn't running the Internet browser, so it couldn't be some sort of transmission. He didn't have any pictures. I got to where I could tell when she was getting ready to come and kiss her so her screams were muffled.The next week we came into a town called Jonesville. It wasn't much of a town, but it had a town Marshall. I told the Marshall about the attack and the deaths of Fred Arnold and the four unknown bad guys. He told me he would write it in his journal, but he didn't think that anything would be done about it.Naomi and Nita had a list of things they thought we needed in the way of supplies. Nita. They had often ganged up onhim over the years, humiliating and punishing him for no reason. One ofthem would do something bad, and then when asked by their mother orfather, they would blame it on him. His father had known that it wasn'thim that had done it at all, but he couldn't exactly go against the wordsof three women, not even if they were his daughters. If he did, he waslikely to be punished and framed himself by his own daughters.That was the unfortunate life for his father and him..