Clara Zimmers was humming a little tune and pouring herself some red wine when she got the call from Bill Holden.
"Hello, Leila? How's the party?"
"I have your daughter." Bill Holden had a voice modulator stuck to his neck, making him sound like The Demon.
"Who are you!? Why do you have my daughter's phone? Did you kidnap my daughter?!"
"Shut up, you stupid woman! You just need to remember one thing—come alone to Room 748 of the Carmel Business Hotel on Kestrel Avenue at 3:15 PM."
"What? Why... Hello? Don't hang up... Damn it!" Clara Zimmers furiously slammed her phone on the table.
Three minutes later, a calmer Clara Zimmers picked up her phone and called Holden Patterson. Leila Lane had left with Holden Patterson today; he should know what to do. However, Holden Patterson's phone was off. Clara Zimmers, furious, threw her phone down again.
