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Bob couldn’t believe his ears. He pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at the screen. He could not recognize the number. It did not even look like the number the kidnapper had used. He brought the phone back to his ear. “Emily?” he asked almost afraid he had hallucinated it. He had just gotten home from the old factory. He had made sure to leave before the police arrived. After talking to Josh he realized he did not want to spend hours explaining to the police what he had been doing there. Those were hours he could not afford to waste, not when the kidnapper had both his money and Emily. He had only gotten home ten minutes before the call. To his shock he had been met by an empty house. On the drive back in his depressed state he had only looked forward to getting home to