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Kidnap 1 Episode 23 written by Janey
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"Will you hurry up before someone sees us!" whispered the man as he bent over his partner who was kneeling on the ground. "Stop panicking, I'm nearly done." The other man stood up and brushed some dirt and twigs from his trousers. "I told you Latimer, we'd get it done, just as the boss said." "That's all very well but I thought I heard something, listen!" Latimer hissed. Both men paused and listened. Nothing. Then they heard a twig snap as someone stepped on it. "Told you!" hissed Latimer. "Look we've done what we came to do, let's get out of here." "Not so fast," whispered his accomplice, "I've an idea." "Davis!" whispered Latimer, but Davis was already creeping around behind some nearby bushes. Latimer quickly but quietly joined Davis and both men waited. Into the small clearing just ahead of them walked a young woman; she seemed to be lost in thought. As she walked across the clearing her foot caught on some tree roots and she stumbled. Latimer and Davis had worked their way around the tree and were now behind her. As she stumbled, they rushed forward and Latimer hit her on the side of the head with the branch he was carrying. The woman groaned and collapsed to the ground. Latimer grinned at Davis. "Now we've got the perfect patsy." "But how do we know she'll get the blame?" asked Davis. "Because we'll tell the cops she's here," replied Latimer. "Anonymously of course." Davis grinned "Brilliant," he said. Both men grinned at each other, then they lifted the woman and carried her the few feet to where they had been beside the tree. Davis bent over the woman and checked through her pockets removing her small purse and keys to her car. Latimer wiped his prints from the shovel and pressed the woman's hands onto the handle. Then he laid it beside her. Scrabbling around under the leaves Davis found what he was looking for and pulled the woman's hand towards it. Both men grinned at one another. "I think the boss would be proud," said Latimer. Davis nodded. Then Davis and Latimer hurriedly made their getaway. *************************************** Steve Sloan quietly climbed the stairs to the beach house. He was going to sit on the deck and watch the sun come up, but his father, Mark Sloan, was already there. "Mornin' Dad," called Steve as he reached the top of the stairs. "Hi Steve, just getting in or going out?" asked his father. "Getting in," his son replied sinking into the nearest chair. "Bad night?" "They're all bad while that kidnapper is on the loose." "Still nothing eh?" his father enquired. "Nothing yet, the Chief has pulled us off all other assignments and Captain Johnson is sending us home in relays to rest for a few hours." "How are the parents holding up?" asked Mark, peering over his glasses at Steve. "About how you'd expect, worried, frightened, angry, all the above and then some," replied Steve reaching for the teapot on the table. "That's cold son, make a fresh pot, there's one
ready in the kitchen." "It's just so frustrating Dad, the voice on the phone was disguised, there were no descriptions, no witnesses, we've got nothing at all." "Anything more about the kidnap scene?" Steve shook his head, "No fingerprints that shouldn't be there, the child communicator line to the housekeeper's room had been cut and there was no forensic evidence out of the ordinary. I just feel that I should be doing something!" he slammed his hand down on the table. "Sorry Dad," said Steve as he saw his father jump. "It's okay son, I know how frustrating it is not being able to do anything, especially when it's your job to help people when they need it." Steve went into the house and walked towards the
kitchen. He flicked the switch on the kettle and waited for it to boil. The tea was
already in the pot so he picked up yesterday's newspaper and the headlines screamed out at
him - "That just about sums it up," he thought as the kettle boiled. Steve poured water into the pot and walked back out onto the deck carrying the newspaper. "Why are you up so early anyway Dad?" "Couldn't sleep" his father replied, his eyes drifting to the newspaper report. Father and son exchanged a glance each knowing the other was thinking about the case. "I know Dad I feel the same. The Captain said to sleep but I don't think I can, I'm too wound up about this case," said Steve sipping his tea. "Do you want a mild sedative?" asked Mark. "No, this tea might help a little, thanks anyway. You finished with your paper?" Mark nodded. Steve pulled out the sport section. "Night Dad," he said. "Mornin' son." "Yeah mornin' Dad," yawned Steve. Steve walked down the steps and into his apartment. He downed the remains of his tea and went over to the bed. He lay down on the covers; perhaps reading the paper would help him feel drowsy. Within minutes he had fallen asleep. Mark stood at the door of Steve's bedroom and smiled, "That herbal tea always works a treat," he thought to himself and went back to get dressed. *********************** An hour later Steve was awakened by the ringing of the phone and the buzzing of his pager. He looked at the clock - 6.30 am. One hours sleep, well it was better than nothing. He answered the phone and looked at his pager. "Sloan here, ... Yes Captain, ...I'll be right in, ...it doesn't sound too good sir,... Angelis Park, right, who found the body? ... Okay I'll be there in fifteen minutes." Steve hung up the phone. He quickly showered and put on a fresh set of clothes. Ten minutes after receiving the phone call he was in his car on the way to the crime scene. *********************** On arriving at the scene he was met by two police officers who recognised his badge and waved him on. He parked beside Amanda's car, and walked the rest of the way through the trees to the scene. "Hi Amanda" he said as he approached the Medical Examiner who was inside the marker tape, on her knees, carefully removing earth from an object. He crouched down beside her. "We've found your kidnap victim," Amanda said lifting sad eyes to meet those of the detective. "Oh no," said Steve his attention drawn to Amanda's careful digging "Yeah, she's been here about two hours as close as I can work out so far. There are no signs of violence on the body, but I'll know more when I get back to the lab." "I want the report stat," said Steve using one his father's expressions in his need to express the urgency he felt. "You got it," promised the ME. Steve approached one of the other officers from the fourteenth precinct. "Mike, what have you got so far?" "Hi, Steve, we got an anonymous tip that we'd
find something of interest here. "Has anyone taken her statement?" asked Steve. Mike indicated no. "Why isn't she at the precinct?" Mike shrugged - he didn't know. "Who was the senior officer on the scene?" "Lieutenant Hanlon," replied Mike. Steve looked liked he was about to hit something. He stormed away from Mike and went in the direction of Hanlon. "Hanlon!" shouted Steve as he approached the young lieutenant. "Hey Sloan, wot you doin' here?" "I want to know why the suspect hasn't been taken to the precinct for questioning?" "She's a kidnapper and a murderer, she won't get any consideration, not until we've recovered the child's body for the parents." He stood toe to toe with Steve enjoying the looks of support from some of his fellow officers. "I'm taking her in, before Captain Johnson hears that you've left a suspect at the scene, who's wanted for questioning, without reading her her rights. Has she been seen by the EMTs?" Hanlon shook his head, Steve growled and walked towards the car where the suspect waited. The officers watching the suspect nodded as Steve approached and stepped aside to allow him to see her properly for the first time. Steve swore under his breath. "Get the EMTs in here quick," he called as the woman swayed and collapsed forward from the seat of the car. Steve managed to catch her before she ended face down in the dirt. The EMTs ran forward and checked the woman over. "She's got a nasty bump on the head " said one; "we need to get her to the hospital immediately for a more thorough examination." Steve nodded his consent and the EMTs lifted the woman into the waiting ambulance. Steve climbed in to accompany her to Community General. *********************** When they arrived the EMTs lifted the trolley from the ambulance and wheeled it inside. Dr. Jesse Travis met them just inside the door "What have we got?" he asked. "Woman, thirty to thirty-five, bump to the head became unconscious twenty minutes ago and has not regained consciousness. She was a little disorientated before she collapsed but no vomiting." "Let's get her in trauma 2, I want an MRI, and bloods, x-rays,..." Jesse followed the gurney into the trauma room and closed the doors, still issuing orders to those around him. Steve waited by the nurses' station and phoned his father. Within five minutes Dr. Mark Sloan had joined his
son by the nurses' station. "We think so, we've got the little girl," Steve said sadly. "I know son, Amanda called. I'm sorry," Mark placed a comforting hand on Steve's shoulder. "I just wish we'd got the tip earlier," sighed Steve running his fingers through his hair. "Tip?" asked Mark. "Yeah, phone call came in about 6.25 this morning, said that if we wanted to find the kidnapper and the little girl to get to Angelis Park straight away." "Was it the same voice as the demand?" "I don't know we're waiting for the report on that," replied Steve. "Who is the woman you brought in?" "She was in the park beside the partially covered body, she collapsed, so we brought her here, so far that's all I know." "Here's Jesse," indicated Mark.
"Let's see what he says." "How is she Jesse? When can I question her?" asked Steve. "Whoa, hold it," said Jesse. "She's got a nasty bump on the head and it looks like a severe concussion. She's gone for her MRI and I'll be able to tell you more when I get the results. She came around briefly but she is very disorientated and not up to being questioned." Two police officers approached Steve. "The Captain sent us over to watch the woman." Steve nodded. "Can you assign her a room where these men can watch her easily?" he asked. His father nodded. "No problem Steve, I'll get a room assigned straight away." Steve turned to the two officers. "The woman is having a scan go and wait with her and do not move from her, she is under 'protective' custody until we can read her her rights." "Yes Lieutenant," said the officers and walked towards the elevator. "Come on we'll go and see if Amanda has finished her preliminary autopsy." Mark and Steve went to the elevator and rode to the second floor. They got out and walked to the ME's office. *********************** "Hi Amanda," said Mark as he opened the door. Amanda was sitting at her desk putting the finishing touches to her report. She looked up as Mark and Steve walked in. "Well I've backed up my initial findings at the scene. The little girl had been dead forty-eight hours at least. Maybe as long as sixty hours. I'm waiting for some results to come back but it looks like she died from a mixture of paracetamol and chloroform." "But that means she died soon after she was kidnapped!" exclaimed Steve. "I know," said Amanda, "I don't think there was anything anyone could have done, once the two drugs began to act together. I'll know more when I get the results of the liver section that I sent to the lab." "Let me know when you've got it," said Steve his mouth set firm with determination. "Have the parents been informed?" asked Mark. "They are being kept informed of all developments," said Steve. Mark looked at his son. He was shocked to find ice staring from the place where his eyes should be. "I'm going back to the station, let me know when I can talk to the suspect." Steve turned and walked to the elevator. Mark looked after his son. "Is he alright?" asked Amanda. "This case has got to him a bit," replied Mark. "To all of us," said Amanda. Mark nodded. *********************** Later that night Steve returned to the beach house and walked up to sit on the deck. Once again his father was already there. "Have you stopped going to bed?" asked Steve wearily. Mark put down his paper and looked at his son, noting the tiredness in his eyes and the demeanour of a defeated man in the set of his shoulders. Steve sat down in the chair opposite his father and sighed deeply. "Want to talk about it?" asked Mark. "I don't know Dad. What did we do wrong, why didn't we find her in time?" "No-one can answer that son. Did you speak to Amanda?" Steve nodded. "She fixed the time of death at fifty-four hours. That's within six hours of the kidnap. She says it was the chloroform and the paracetamol. The chloroform must have been used in the kidnap and the paracetamol was used to keep her asleep after she had first woken up. The problem was she was overdosed on both counts, and the paracetamol was administered before the effects of the chloroform had worn off." "Well at least that would seem to indicate that the little girl didn't know what was happening. She would just go to sleep and not wake up," said Mark. "Has Jesse said when the woman can be interviewed?" "He says you can speak to her tomorrow but he's not releasing her from the hospital for another day or so, she took a nasty crack on the head. Have you been able to identify her yet?" "A search of the area brought a small purse dumped in the trashcan by the entrance to the car park, but the re were no identity papers inside. We'll check the prints on the purse with those of the suspect as soon as possible." "What about the phone calls, any more news?" asked his father. "Forensics said that although the two callers disguised their voices, they were totally different. A female made the ransom call; and a male made the tip off about the park." "That is very strange, why would two members of the 'gang' make the calls, why not just one?" "The woman couldn't make the second call, she was unconscious," replied Steve. "If she's involved," mused Mark. "Dad," warned Steve. "Son look, why would the gang fall out? There's
no reason. As far as they knew the ransom would be paid as demanded and that would be an
end to it. Steve paused and considered this information for a moment. "Perhaps they thought they had killed her," he suggested. "Come on, the blow wasn't hard enough for that. She was even conscious when you arrived wasn't she?" Steve hated to admit it but his father was beginning to make some sense. "I'd still like to hear what this woman has to say for herself," he said. "Me too," said his father, "mind if I tag along tomorrow?" Steve shrugged, "Like I could stop you," he smiled. Mark returned the smile. "Have you finished with your paper Dad?" asked Steve. His father nodded so Steve picked the sports pages out and left the rest. Then father and son rose and went their separate ways to bed. *********************** The next morning saw Mark and Steve at Community
General waiting to question the woman as soon as Jesse gave the all clear. "Okay," he said "but I want you to go easy, that woman is still suffering from the concussion; and being woken every hour during the night has meant she is very tired, if she seems the least bit stressed I want you to stop. Is that understood Steve?" Steve nodded. "Right you can go in, she still does not know
she's under police 'protection'." *********************** As they opened the door and stepped in they were
greeted by a nervous smile from a woman sitting in the bed by the window. "I'm Lieutenant Sloan, LAPD, and this is my father Dr. Mark Sloan. Do you know who you are?" he asked. "Emma Cranston," the woman replied. "Do you know where you are?" asked Steve. "Hospital," came the quiet reply. Mark watched from the foot of the bed. Steve went to stand beside the bed. "Do you know what happened to you?" asked Steve. "I was hit on the head I think, judging by the size of this headache." The woman smiled nervously and reached up to touch the bandage. "What do you remember before being hit?" "I was walking in the park, and then ... nothing, until I came to in the hospital." "Can you remember why you were in the park?" "Just went for a walk," Emma replied. "How did you get to the park?" "I went in my car. Haven't you found it?" Steve ignored the question. "What connection do you have with the Ambleton Kidnapping?" "None!" the woman began to get agitated. "Steve," warned his father. But Steve ignored the warning and continued. "If you have no connection why were you found in the park beside the body of the kidnap victim?" The woman's eyes were wide with terror as she realised what the police officer was saying to her and accusing her of. Her breathing quickened and her fingers nervously twisted the edges of the sheet on the bed. "I didn't, I wouldn't, couldn't hurt her ..." her voice tailed off. "STEVE!" exclaimed Mark moving over and putting his hand on Steve's arm to remind his son that the woman was under medical supervision. Steve twisted out of his grasp and slammed the door on his way out. Mark checked that the woman was okay and calmer then left the room. He found Steve leaning against the wall by the door. "What were you doing in there?" he asked. "My job!" stormed Steve as he walked down
the corridor. *********************** That night Mark waited up until he heard his son come home and then he waited for Steve to appear on the deck. But he didn't. Then he heard Steve's door close and knew his son had decided not to face him. Mark was angry with Steve for upsetting Emma Cranston, but he was more annoyed with himself for not stepping in sooner, when he saw where Steve's questioning was going. When Mark had returned the woman had accepted his apology on behalf of himself and his son, and said she had understood his son's feelings about the kidnapping but she didn't do it. Something was worrying Mark but he couldn't identify
it.
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