Two Lines, Two Stories, One Day

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

01 Kidnapping had never been this fun before.

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Kidnapping had never been this fun before. With a child under each arm and the other still strapped to my back, I kicked open the front door. The grey van’s side door slides open and I lunge in as it peels off. Setting down the children, still bound and gagged, I hear the explosion and turn in time to see the billowing smoke rise from the Smith household.

The Smith’s were an average family, with a beautiful set of triplets the age of 4. Today was their birthday, and I came to help blow out the candles.

You may think it’s for ransom. It’s not money I’m after. I realize that only fifteen percent of hostage situations are ever successful. I have money. Money is how I managed all this, paying for the bomb, the van, the guns, the hired men. I choreographed this whole beautiful disaster.

I did this for the sake of doing it.

I’ve robbed banks, but for me it’s not the same rush that I get when I kidnap. With kidnapping you are not dealing with paper bills that someone says are important. You are dealing with living, breathing things. This is my type of money. I’ve been bartering with children on the black market for 3 years, all so I can finance my extravagant criminal endeavors. I love the thrill. I live for it, and lust after it.

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