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each time you leave...Crazy for trying...Maybe I’m just too blind to see...”
    I hadn’t heard that song before. “Is that new?”
    “ What?”
    “ That song,” I shouted. “Is it a new one?”
    “ Oh, yeah. I was writing it while you were asleep last night. It’s about you, sort of.”
    I smiled to myself. Was I his muse now? “It’s good. I like it.”
    “ What?”
    “ I said I liked it!”
    “ Oh, good,” he spluttered. “It’s a work in progress.”
    A phone started ringing and I ran around the room trying to find it, rubbing at my hair with a towel. The ringtone came from the pocket of Rick’s jeans and I pulled it out to see Julia’s name flashing on the display.
    “ Hello? Julia?”
    Screaming.
    Guttural, frantic, unexpurgated screaming jolted me out of my relaxed state and caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up.
    “ J-Julia...?”
    “ He’s GONE,” she screamed, sobbing uncontrollably. “Luke’s gone! He’s been TAKEN! They’ve taken him! They’ve taken my baby!”
    The journey to Julia and Michael’s house was a blur, speeding through early morning traffic and up again through the Hollywood hills with hair still wet and barely a word uttered. We ran into the house, police cars everywhere, to find Julia sobbing uncontrollably in Michael’s arms.
    “ Are you Mr Borrell?”
    A tall, stocky man in his mid-forties adjusted his tie and held out his hand for Rick to shake.
    “ Yes...and this is Amy Reid, my girlfriend.”
    “ Pleased to meet you both.” His tone was quiet, almost grave. “I’m Detective Martin Farrell with Missing Persons. Do you know anywhere where your son may have run off unexpectedly?”
    “ No, not at all...”
    “ Sir, Luke went missing at around 7:30am. He was in the kitchen of the property. Mrs Forster went briefly into the living room to switch on the television, came back and he was gone. The back door was open, though apparently not forced.”
    “ Was someone watching the house?” I asked.
    “ It seems that way, Miss. This has all the hallmarks of a pre-planned abduction.”
    We were jolted suddenly as Rick’s phone began ringing. He lifted it up for us to see.
     
    NUMBER WITHHELD
     
    “ Are you expecting a call from anyone, sir?”
    Rick shook his head.
    The detective beckoned for other officers to gather around. “Put it on speaker.”
    Rick t ook the call, his hand shaking slightly. “Hello?”
    “ Mr Borrell, I assume you’re surrounded by members of LAPD’s finest, so I will be understandably brief.” The voice was disguised, clearly passed through a computerised filter that made it seem more robotic and low-pitched than it should have been. “We have your son. He is safe and well and we won’t harm him provided you do exactly as we say. Understand?”
    “ You fucking sons of bitches. He’s just a kid. Let him go!”
    “ Drop the heroics, Mr Borrell. I repeat, do you understand?”
    Rick looked at me, his face contorted in anger. “Yes.”
    “ Good. You will receive another call in the next hour. Follow our instructions to the letter if you ever want to see your son alive again.”
    The phone went dead and we looked at each other, our eyes wide with fear and horror, as the sound of Julia’s screams pierced the room.
     
     
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