Linda was taken into one of the interview rooms.

She sat on one side of the table, the two detectives on the other. She was given a cup of coffee and a phone call to her father. When the police officer escorted back into the abysmal room, the two detectives studied her closely. It was important for them to scrutinize the details of any case, with no bias whatsoever. All they needed was the truth. And the truth was that Linda looked like a young woman who had been captured and kept like a wild animal. She was afraid to go anywhere else but the police station. No doctors. No nurses. She was not from around here, not their quiet town. They could tell right away her stomping ground was in the city. And anyone used to the glitz and glamour of the city's nightlife wouldn't think to come here, a quiet town. Her platinum blonde mass of hair, which used to be a perfectly coiffed faux hawk, was now matted and gnarled with dirt. Tarred trails of mascara ran down her eyes. Her fair skin and expensive dress were buried underneath a layer of mud. She was tall, athletic. And she looked healthy, not like some of the streetwalkers they see sauntering through.

"Linda," one of the men said. "My name is Detective O'Hara. This is my partner, Detective Nyers. We're here to talk to you about what happened."

"Have you found him?" Linda asked, her voice shrill and desperate.

Detective Nyers leaned forward on the desk. "No," he replied. "We were wondering if you could help us with that."

"I have no clue," she said. The large mug shook in her hand as she sipped her coffee. "He brought me here; but I was blindfolded the entire time."

"How long ago did the two of you meet?" Detective O'Hara asked.

"We've actually known each other for years," Linda replied. "He was an investor for my father, Arnold Mornet." She thought the name might have made some impression on the detectives, but they didn't flinch at the name. She sighed and continued. "He owned Amstead Gold, a major realty firm. It made him millions of dollars, and when he invested in one of Jared's financial schemes, it made my father undeniably wealthy... at least that was what he led my father to believe."

"And Jared," Detective Nyers said. "This is the man who abducted you?"

Linda nodded. "Jared Gunshound," she answered. "He made billions of dollars off of my father's naiveté. But, Jared was also a man of mystery." The detectives asked her if she could explain what she meant. "He has multiple identities," she told them. "Daddy was able to put a freeze on some of the money he gave to Jared. But it made Jared angry. He threatened that he would make him pay one way or the other." Linda looked down into her mug, her clear eyes clouded with memories. "That was when he first abducted me."

Detective Nyers nodded. He already knew. "Can you tell us more?"

It was obvious the young woman didn't want to share any of it. "Would this help you find him?" She asked.

"It could," Nyers replied.

"I had an appointment with our dentist in the financial district," she said. "My driver took me there and waited for me in the car. About an hour later, I returned... I didn't notice that the chauffeur was a different person." She took a bold sip from her coffee. "The windows were tinted so I couldn't see where I was going. But, the trip felt longer than normal. I tried to roll down the windows but I couldn't. The switch didn't work. And when I asked the driver what was taking so long, he didn't speak. Eventually he put the partition up between us. I was trapped."

"Did the car stop at all?" O'Hara asked.

"Plenty of times," she answered. "I tried to get out but the doors were locked."

"Where did the driver take you?"

"I couldn't tell," Linda said. "Not right away. When the car stopped, a huge guy opened the door. He had really thick eyebrows and really icy blue eyes. And a strong lower jaw. He looks like your average thug. He put a cloth over my mouth and before I knew it, I blacked out."