Alessa wrapped a strip from the corner of her light-colored dress and jotted a few words on it with the sharp point of the brick:
"SOS! We’ve been kidnapped! Freighter TQ809, LA--Mexico. Please contact... "
Then she wrote down Brian's phone number.
She seldom called him, but she didn’t know why his number was impressed on her memory.
Most of the containers in the cabin were marked TQ809, which must be the official number of this freighter.
When she finished, she crumpled up the strip and stuffed it into her pocket.
After a while, the freighter called at a small port.
The middle-aged woman came in with two big and tall men. "…keep your eyes on them! Never leave their side! They’re not allowed to say a word to anyone or go to the toilet! In short, keep close to them both, and go back
