"Ring... ring..."
Bruce Redman's phone rang. He glanced down; it was the kidnapper's number. He pressed the answer button, "Hello, this is Bruce Redman.
I've driven to the overpass on Kerman Street.
Where's my daughter? Did you bring her?"
"No, if nothing goes wrong, you should never see her again."
Bruce Redman worriedly asked, "What do you mean by that?
I brought the gold, it's in the car trunk, a full five thousand ounces, not an ounce less."
"What I mean is, your daughter is about to die."
"Why are you doing this? I followed your instructions completely."
"No, you didn't, you called the police.
I know there are cops ambushed around the overpass; as soon as I show up, they'll arrest me.
I said no police, you're the one who killed your daughter.
Say goodbye."
"No no no, please don't do this, don't harm my daughter." Bruce Redman broke out in a cold sweat, feeling somewhat at a loss.
