Randy then called Katy's home phone from his mobile. When Katy answered, he introduced himself as a Mr. Jones and then played the tape. Katy's blood r...n cold. Randy explained that the return of her c***dren, in one piece, depended solely on her absolute cooperation. He told her if he so much as suspected she told of their conversation and demands to anyone else especially the police, he would kill the c***dren after of course he and some of his male friends had their way with them. Katy went. ”He grabbed my phone and scrolled through it. “Who’s Charlie? Got a workplace romance going? What did I tell you about that?”“Charlie is Charlene. I work with her. What is wrong with you?”“I’m warning you Jenny. If I find...”“You can stop right there Mark. We’ve been over this before and I’m tired of hearing it. I tell you what, give me your cell phone and let me look through it and you can explain all your calls to me and we’ll call it square.”His answer to that was to take my phone and throw. I'd like to do whatever I can to help her, but she lives with her boyfriend, Phil something. Why wouldn't she ask him to help her?”“Susan has accused Phillip Jones of bashing her. She is pretty severely injured and verging on hysteria. She really needs someone to stand by her, and she has named you. Can you help her?”“OK. Of course I'll help her. What should I do?”“She's in urgent need of medical treatment, so I'm sending her to St Vincent's Hospital Emergency Department. She'll be with a. There! It’s there!Okay, now you know it’s up and you’ll have something to read after work.Oh, who are you kidding! You know you have to read it now!I steal a nervous glance at the closed door. Sure it locks, but I can’t risk it. So I’m reading, eyes tracking sentences like lighthouse beacons, heart banging like a loose shutter in hurricane season, and already the locks on the Panama Canal are failing. All the familiar tingles and throbs are at high frequency and multiplied exponentially by the.