”“Carla, you have to call your mom and tell her you weren't kidnapped. This has to be over. I had no idea this would happen when I agreed to take ...ou with me.”“Are you sorry?”“I don't know what I'm feeling. I'm not a kidnapper. I understand you're afraid to talk to your mother, but unless you do, we will be hiding and running, I don't want to live like this.”Carla walked away from me, but saw by her tense shoulders and the way she moved she was upset. I glanced back at the newspaper then looked. I would... just turn away. I'd be so sad. I wouldn't talk to her again. Ever.Laura turned weepy and cried softly in the dark for a while. Sara still had not called by midnight. These were the most agonizing hours Laura had ever spent. She could not sleep, but she was so tired that by two or three a.m. she fell into a stupor in spite of her emotional pain and distress.As she was dressing glumly for work in the morning, the phone rang. It was seven-thirty. Oh god, let it be her! Even if she's.... One of my best friends, Karen Laskovich, is Josh's cousin. When Josh first moved into town, Karen got him in with our crowd. I see him at parties all the time. He's a good kid, I like him a lot. One of the things I really like about him is the way he handles himself at parties. He's not much of a drinker and I've never seen him take a drug, but he can go to a party and have a good time-and he's nice but firm about turning down chemicals, so everyone respects his choice. In that way, he's. Well, I hit him with a clothesline using my right arm across his neck and Dove used a diving roll to hit him at his knees. I heard one crack as it dislocated from her impact and I am confident that he too had a broken neck from my clothesline combined with Dove’s impact. Tammy was at the woman checking her out and reassuring her that she was going to be ok telling her who we were and that 911 had been called. Tammy had called 911 as soon as we saw what was going on and just left the line open..