Chapter 700

Over there, the cops had already locked down the suspects, and the driver was under control. The guy stayed quiet—not like he had a choice with police breathing down his neck. So when the kidnappers called, he didn't dare spill much. "This way," the driver said, leading the officers off-track on purpose, trying to buy some time. Near the path to the rundown shack neighborhood, police spotted a handkerchief that Chris had purposely dropped, soaked in pee. "This kid's sharp," one officer muttered, then kicked the driver. "Don't try anything stupid." The driver had no more tricks up his sleeve and could only lead the way. … Inside the shack. Chris wasn't scared of the kidnappers. He figured they wouldn't actually hurt him—yet. So, he started talking to keep them distracted. "Uncle, how long are we staying here? My uncle's probably freaking out. My mom must be crying. I really need to go home soon." The men looked at each other and burst into laughter. "Go home? Kid, forget it. You're not