Gone
The phone was buzzing/humming throughout the day with the usual voice mails and text messages. She occasionally glanced down to verify the i.d. She was on a deadline and was not about to respond to all the incoming traffic on her phone…
The phone went off again and she was feeling exasperated. She glanced down in irritation which quickly turned to shock.
“Someone’s in the house,”…and then, “help.”
“Keep your phone on silent, I’m calling the police,” she stabbed at the cell phone, hands/fingers shaking.
She grabbed her desk phone and dialed 911, trying hard to steady herself in spite of the abject terror she was feeling.
“911,” responded the operator.
“My daughter is home alone and just texted me that there’s an intruder in the house. We live at 1235 Abbott Lane. Please hurry.”
“Your name, m’am,” asked the operator. “I’m Susan McCarthy. And I’m her mother. Please, hurry.”
Susan texted her daughter back that the police were on there way. After a very long period of no response, came the following:
“Too late,” and another plea for help.
While she stayed on the phone with the 911 operator, the police arrived at the house — no sign of Megan.
She asked if it was possible to locate her via her cell phone and GPS — they responded that they could and Susan gave them her phone number.
Then Susan asked Megan if she could describe where she was? Was she in a car? If so, make? model? color?
10 minutes went by and Susan could not control her emotions.
“Please, please, please respond. Please let her be alright,” she prayed.
Finally a response. “SUV w/ some type of cage or divider for animals. dk blu or blk.”
Susan forwarded the information along to the operator. By now the police had arrived at the office to pick her up and travel along the route Megan was taking.
The police identified the car and began to signal the car to pull over when it took off, speeding down the highway. Susan went from relief that she had been found back to terror again when she realized the kidnappers had no intention of being caught.
As law enforcement formulated a game plan to slow the SUV down, Susan texted Megan, that if there was anyway to strap herself in, she should do so.
No response.
Finally, after some missed exits, the SUV came to a shrieking halt at a barrier that been erected composed of multiple police cars.
As the officers surrounded the car with their guns drawn Susan started to cry. Both occupants of the front seat came out of the SUV with their hands held high. They were immediately forced to the ground. Susan dashed out of the car screaming, “Megan!” running to the SUV.
The remaining officers searched the car for Megan. Nothing.
Upon searching both men on the ground, Megan’s phone was found. They had been texting Susan all along.
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