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past few days, so we thought we would treat you,” he said leading
her into the room. “By the way, my name is Hayden.”
    Ava
was too gob smacked to reply.
    “Sit,”
he motioned to the bed.
    She
didn’t listen to him, instead, she turned towards him and threw the best punch
she could, catching him off guard and connected her fist with his jaw.
    His
head barely moved at the punch. His face stayed serious. “A thank you would
have sufficed.”
     “You’re
a fucking asshole! Do you know that! You give me a mattress and pillow because
I’ve behaved myself?” she screamed in his face. “How about you let me go! You
kidnapped me and I’m meant to be thankful for a fucking mattress!” She pushed
against his chest, but he grabbed her hands to stop her, holding them tightly
in his hands.
    “You’re
a low life piece of scum,” she hissed through her teeth.
    “We
kidnapped you because you hold the information that we need. Information I
intend to find out.”
    “What
information?” Ava cried out.
    “Information
about Thornakorn .”
    “ Thorna -who?”
    “Don’t
play dumb with me. You know what I’m talking about.”
    “No
I don’t!” she yelled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! You have the
wrong person! My name is Ava Harris; I’m from a small country town. I work at
the local convenience store. I only came here on a holiday with my friend. You
have the wrong person!”
    She
tried to twist herself out of his death grip.
    “Fine,
play it your way,” he said, throwing her onto the mattress. “You will tell me
what you know about Thornakorn . I will keep you in
here for the rest of your life until you tell me what I need to know.”
    She
watched him walk to the door. She got up and ran after him quickly, but she was
too late- he had already shut the door and started locking it by the time she
got to him. She banged and kicked the door, screaming at the top of her lungs,
“You’ve got the wrong person! Please! Hayden! You’ve got the wrong person!”
    She
continued to hit the door long into the day. When she’d finally given up that
Hayden wasn’t coming back, her shouting became whispers and cries for help, and
then she walked over to the mattress and laid down, crying once again for the
life she had lost. How would she get out of this when they believed she knew
information about this Thornakorn person, when she’d
never even heard of him before?
    She
cried into the night until she fell asleep thinking back into all of her
memories, trying to see if she had in fact heard of the name, and why it meant
so much to these people.
     
    ***
    Stevenson
pressed the ground floor button of the empty lift as he walked in; frustrated
at the meeting he’d just had with his secretary.
    Just
as the lift doors were about to close, a man’s foot and arm stuck through the
lift, forcing the doors back open.
    Stevenson
looked at Riley’s flushed face. “Riley.”
    “Sir.
Sorry for the intrusion,” Riley said out of breath, “but we have news that the
girls’ friend, Olivia, is taking the kidnapping to the media. Thanks largely
due to our insiders in the police department in Thailand for not taking the
kidnapping more serious, she is now hoping the media coverage will create
urgency.”
    “Good,”
Stevenson replied.
    “Good?
Sir?” Riley replied confused.
    “Well,
it’s clear that Harris had more of a bad relationship with his daughter than we
had first thought. If the girl’s friend had contacted him by now telling of her
kidnapping, he would have come forward by now. It’s clear that either he hasn’t
in fact been contacted, or he is so deep in hiding that he has no way of
knowing what is happening.
     Of
course, it would have been more ideal if this had of stayed quiet. It’s going
to be harder now to keep it under wraps with the media coverage and to make
sure no other journalist, like Harris, gets too noisy and find out that we’re
involved, then it should be good for us. News should