Chapter 5 *CONFUSION*
- How old is she? Sam thought of the education she was going to have. He and Sandra had planned big for her.
- She is five, said Sam.
- Al right, is there anyone you think can have done this to you? Someone that dislikes you, have threaten you, or anything alike? Sam almost only thought of Lydia as the question came, but he knew that he was a respected man in his community.
- No, he answered simply.
- Okay, Simpson. We will immediately report if we find out something more.
- Thanks, he said, and made a handshake with the policeman as he went inside his house. He walked straight into his own room and looked held up a picture of Lydia when she was three years old. She had brown and curly fledges and an adorable smile with some of her teeth’s missing, and her lovely blue eyes shone like diamonds. Memories flooded Sam’s brain, and he whispered silently to the picture. I will find you, Lydia, wherever you are.
Ring. Ring. Sam woke up. His cell phone at his night table rang with the Nokia theme. He figured that he had slept for a while, because he lay with the picture of Lydia on his stomach. With a tired sigh he laid away the picture, and grabbed the phone.
- Sam! It was the voice of Jim, and he sounded a bit desperate. - How are you? I heard about the kidnapping.
- You did? How? Sam asked surprised.
- The police chief told me, I was up there at the station today, after work, doing some lawyer business. I didn’t believe there would be people that would do things like that here in town.
- No, it’s not a good situation, said Sam.
– The police are investigating it now, so I hope we find her.
- Yes, me too. Hold me updated, will you? I liked that girl too, she is a real sunshine. Sunshine? How did he knew that I used to call her that? A coincidence, yes, it has to be.
- Yes, I will. See ya around.
- Sure that. Sam canceled the call with a click. No, he can’t have anything to do with this. He is my friend, he is Jim, my loyal friend .Sam tried squeeze the thought out of his head, he could not just start to think like this whenever there was someone that linked up a word in the reference with Lydia. He hoped he was not going crazy of not having Lydia by his side, he really hoped. Strong was his mind, he knew, but all mind’s can break. I can’t let evil thought’s break me.
As a great interference, his cell phone called again. He answered it.
- Simpson, you must come to the kindergarten immediately. We think we have a trace.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
EVIL IN DISGUISE
Chapter 4 *ALONE*
Sam pushed the gas to hard down the floor in the car almost made cracks, and he almost crashed into another car that flouted on him with anger. No, my dear Lydia. Kidnapped...It can't be. As he pushed the break, and dust blew up in the air, a lady who seemed to be some kind of leader in the kindergarten came towards him. She looked very desperate.
- I found this note at her sleeping place. She gave the paper to him. The paper's letters where made out of letters from newspapers, so that the script would not be recognized. It stood: its okay Sam, I am just going to borrow her for a while. Or a maybe a long while. No, it can't be. It's impossible! Lydia! Sam tried to stay calm, but inside he was about to crack.
- All the children use to have a sleeping hour, and I use to watch over them, every day, yes. But i had this urge for a coffee, so I thought it could not be that fatal to make myself some coffee. But it seemed it was, I’m sorry.
- It's okay, said Sam as he rolled the paper together and put in his pocket. - I'm going to find her. Sam didn't look at her, and went into the car. He felt that he seemed confident on the outside, but inside he was nervous. Lydia, dear Lydia. Oh, Sandra, I wish you were here now... As Sam drove, the kindergarten woman had to think between these two thoughts as she watched his car slip out of sight. She would think that Sam was a great father, or the unluckiest man in the world.
- Come on, take the phone! Sam was desperate angry now, Sandra did not answer his calls. They would hold contact, she said. They would talk. Why don't you answer my call, Sandra? Maybe there is no communication in the far lands of Africa. He had to try some other time, but now he had to start finding his daughter. Maybe hang up posters with picture of her on, put some scribe in the paper... The police, of course. I have to report the kidnapping.
He dialed 112, and a man immediately answered the phone.
- Police.
- I am reporting a kidnapping, said Sam, trying to be as calm as he could. - My daughter is gone, and I found a note where she was the last time, that she was taken. It seems like someone have taken her away, for some odd reason, I don't know why, it can't be...
- Okay, interrupted the policeman, and Sam was glad he did it. - We will send some patrol cars to your home. Where did the action take place?
- At the kindergarten. He felt the sweet fell down his forehead, and his first bad thought spun in his mind. What if she is dead now?
- Al right. We will send patrol cars there to, to get some witness information. Just stay at your home sir, we will be right there. Sam did not answer, he just canceled the call. He felt his heart beat faster, knowing what fatal destiny that could happen to her daughter just now. The man, or woman, could be a murderer or an abuser for all he knew. Sandra, why aren't you here when I need you the most?
EVIL IN DISGUISE
Chapter 3 *NICE AND LOVELY*
Sam woke up by his ringing bell, and he punched it down before it could ring two times. He knew what the sound was, it was the sound of morning, a new morning, and then followed new possibilities. Today was Monday, the hardest day of the week after a fun weekend, back to the hard work. You just had to adjust your modus from ''lazy'', to ''concentrated''. He stretched out his hand to his left, but to his confusion he did not feel his dear Sandra beside him. Oh, Sam thought. She told me yesterday that she would leave, early too, to catch the plain. So, then I am all alone. I already miss you. He fought himself up, and went into the room were his five year old daughter lay sleeping, and Sam had too adore her face before he started waking her up. I guess that it's only us two now then, Lydia, he thought as he shook her shoulder, and slowly she opened her beautiful blue eyes. She was like a little princess. - Rise and shine, sunshine. It seemed like she was not really awake yet, but she smiled confused.
They ate breakfast together, and then Sam drove her to the kindergarten. He gave her a kiss, and reminded her to be a nice girl, then she answered: - Yes, of course, dad. As she walked the way to the kindergarten fence, Sam smiled. She is just like Sandra. Nice and lovely.
The day at work for Sam at the Car Repair was as usual, he had to fix some cars that had been broken by people who had driven a car but knew nothing about them. When Sam tried to ask them what they have done with some parts with the car, as the clutch, motor and wheels, they just get confused like they don't know what a car is. Then he has to check the whole car where the damage is done, and fix it when he finds it. Hard work, but money-earring work. Sam just finished the last car when he looked at the clock, it was four. The day was over. He washed his dirty hands, said goodbye to his boss that didn't seem to notice him, and started his car to go pick up Lydia. My lovely girl. As he drove, his mobile started to ring in his pants. Nobody uses to call me.
- Yes?
- Are you the father too Lydia Simpson?
- Yes, is something wrong?
- She has been kidnapped.
EVIL IN DISGUISE
Chapter 2 *SEPARATION*
- Hey honey, said a lovely voice as Sam stepped inside the door. It was his wife, Sandra. His great beloved wife. As he went into the kitchen and gave her a emotional kiss, he thought of how happy he was to have a great wife as her, and the thoughts of Jim left him. Sandra was almost like a model on the oustside, but she did not act like one. She was just a ordinary girl, with some makeup, but wore clothes that she were comfortable with, and not clothes that were for the prettiness sake. Sam liked that kind'a girl, and she was also a good listener, but as well as good as a talker. He had her own great opinions, but would consider all possibilities in a case. She is a journalist for the news channel The Fox, but it's not often she get's on the screen. Her job is to find good and reliable background information to the bigger newsmen, and she get's a good payment for that.
Sandra touched Sam's black, and almost to long hair as the emotional kiss had stopped. Sam loved when Sandra brushed his hair like that, his whole inside started to make twists.
- Dinner is ready, she said, and Sam felt the smell. It was spaghetti and meatballs, delicious. He licked himself around his mouth as he sat down at the table, and thought of how good this meal was going to be, like any other meal. He started to fill up his plate, and he did not hesitate to fill so much he had space for. Sam started to eat, but Sandra looked at him with that look he often get, a look that means ''hey, stop for a little now''.
- Aren't you going to ask me how my day was?
- Oh, yes, but your food is so good, he said with his mouth full of meatballs.
- Oh, stop it Sam, she said flattered.
- Okay, he said and swallowed the food in his mouth. - How was your day, my sweetheart?
- You remember when I did the background on the president of Zimbabwe, and Stevie Yorke really liked what I did? Sam did not remember anything, but nodded anyway, there had to be a point. Sam was always bad in remembering things; they just went in the ear and out the other. - Yes, and then he recommended me for travel journalist in Africa to the other leaders, and they promoted me.
Sam put up his best smile, this sounded like a good thing. But when he noticed that Sandra was not smiling, he lowered his smile.
- I have to travel to Zimbabwe tomorrow, to report live from Zimbabwe's president press conference to his voters. Sam looked at her, and they both felt something they haven't felt in a long time. It was time to separate. They had almost done everything together since they were married, for seven years ago, but now they had to handle to go each other’s ways for some time.
- My work at the Car Repair is to important for me now, many is sick, and the boss counts on me that I will show up, they need everything they got down there. So I can't come with you.
- I understand, she said, and laid a comforting hand over his. - But we will get through this, somehow, right?
- Right, he said, and kissed Sandra again, now more emotionally than before. Sam just loved Sandra. So easy. He just loved her.
- Hey honey, said a lovely voice as Sam stepped inside the door. It was his wife, Sandra. His great beloved wife. As he went into the kitchen and gave her a emotional kiss, he thought of how happy he was to have a great wife as her, and the thoughts of Jim left him. Sandra was almost like a model on the oustside, but she did not act like one. She was just a ordinary girl, with some makeup, but wore clothes that she were comfortable with, and not clothes that were for the prettiness sake. Sam liked that kind'a girl, and she was also a good listener, but as well as good as a talker. He had her own great opinions, but would consider all possibilities in a case. She is a journalist for the news channel The Fox, but it's not often she get's on the screen. Her job is to find good and reliable background information to the bigger newsmen, and she get's a good payment for that.
Sandra touched Sam's black, and almost to long hair as the emotional kiss had stopped. Sam loved when Sandra brushed his hair like that, his whole inside started to make twists.
- Dinner is ready, she said, and Sam felt the smell. It was spaghetti and meatballs, delicious. He licked himself around his mouth as he sat down at the table, and thought of how good this meal was going to be, like any other meal. He started to fill up his plate, and he did not hesitate to fill so much he had space for. Sam started to eat, but Sandra looked at him with that look he often get, a look that means ''hey, stop for a little now''.
- Aren't you going to ask me how my day was?
- Oh, yes, but your food is so good, he said with his mouth full of meatballs.
- Oh, stop it Sam, she said flattered.
- Okay, he said and swallowed the food in his mouth. - How was your day, my sweetheart?
- You remember when I did the background on the president of Zimbabwe, and Stevie Yorke really liked what I did? Sam did not remember anything, but nodded anyway, there had to be a point. Sam was always bad in remembering things; they just went in the ear and out the other. - Yes, and then he recommended me for travel journalist in Africa to the other leaders, and they promoted me.
Sam put up his best smile, this sounded like a good thing. But when he noticed that Sandra was not smiling, he lowered his smile.
- I have to travel to Zimbabwe tomorrow, to report live from Zimbabwe's president press conference to his voters. Sam looked at her, and they both felt something they haven't felt in a long time. It was time to separate. They had almost done everything together since they were married, for seven years ago, but now they had to handle to go each other’s ways for some time.
- My work at the Car Repair is to important for me now, many is sick, and the boss counts on me that I will show up, they need everything they got down there. So I can't come with you.
- I understand, she said, and laid a comforting hand over his. - But we will get through this, somehow, right?
- Right, he said, and kissed Sandra again, now more emotionally than before. Sam just loved Sandra. So easy. He just loved her.
EVIL IN DISGUISE
Chapter 1 *BASEBALL IN THE WIND*
Sam threw the baseball in a crouched position straight forward and in high speed at Jim who stood ready whit the bat. Jim had brown/yellowish hair, thick and black eyebrows, and he had big muscles to be 38 years old. He wore a grey T-shirt, and a too tight jeans. Jim swung the bat when Sam threw, but he was just to late, and he sliced the ball so it landed some paces behind him. The sun shone on the heaven on the great summer day, and it was a great day for playing some baseball in the great state Springfield. Soundlessly the wind brushed the four friend's shirt's with a comforting chilling coldness, a perfect day.
Will stood behind Jim with a brown, almost tear apart baseball glove. He was crouching, and wore his blue baseball hat with red letters saying Babe Ruth, his favorite baseball player of all time. Will was a baseball freak, and that is not a single drop of lie. He had almost dropped school to train baseball professional for England's national team, but his friends had managed him to take the smartest choice, finish his education. Will has black and short hair, have the brownest skin of them all, and the greatest working attitude and attacking spirit. That was what his friends were most amazed about with the guy, in the age of 34. Ron stood just beside Sam, and studied what happened with a big smile. Ron was the smartest in the friend group, and had the best education. He wore glasses, but he were in no means a ''nerd'', if we use the description of that word from the high-school language, were a ''nerd'' is someone who reads books in his spare time; play role-playing games and see Harry Potter movies three times a weekend. Ron is just a guy that like's to read, and study, but he also like to be outside, and do some sport, or hang out with his friends in the city or something social. His friends liked him for his great joy, which almost always spread to all of the friends. A smile lengthen the life, is his motto. The green lane outside Sam's house at Evergreen Terrace was perfect for some baseball, and there was also a fence there, so the ball did not go to long way after a long shot. The road was also a bit away, so there was no danger for the ball to hit any car, and the nearest neighbor was also out of sight from the lane.
Sam threw the baseball in a crouched position straight forward and in high speed at Jim who stood ready whit the bat. Jim had brown/yellowish hair, thick and black eyebrows, and he had big muscles to be 38 years old. He wore a grey T-shirt, and a too tight jeans. Jim swung the bat when Sam threw, but he was just to late, and he sliced the ball so it landed some paces behind him. The sun shone on the heaven on the great summer day, and it was a great day for playing some baseball in the great state Springfield. Soundlessly the wind brushed the four friend's shirt's with a comforting chilling coldness, a perfect day.
Will stood behind Jim with a brown, almost tear apart baseball glove. He was crouching, and wore his blue baseball hat with red letters saying Babe Ruth, his favorite baseball player of all time. Will was a baseball freak, and that is not a single drop of lie. He had almost dropped school to train baseball professional for England's national team, but his friends had managed him to take the smartest choice, finish his education. Will has black and short hair, have the brownest skin of them all, and the greatest working attitude and attacking spirit. That was what his friends were most amazed about with the guy, in the age of 34. Ron stood just beside Sam, and studied what happened with a big smile. Ron was the smartest in the friend group, and had the best education. He wore glasses, but he were in no means a ''nerd'', if we use the description of that word from the high-school language, were a ''nerd'' is someone who reads books in his spare time; play role-playing games and see Harry Potter movies three times a weekend. Ron is just a guy that like's to read, and study, but he also like to be outside, and do some sport, or hang out with his friends in the city or something social. His friends liked him for his great joy, which almost always spread to all of the friends. A smile lengthen the life, is his motto. The green lane outside Sam's house at Evergreen Terrace was perfect for some baseball, and there was also a fence there, so the ball did not go to long way after a long shot. The road was also a bit away, so there was no danger for the ball to hit any car, and the nearest neighbor was also out of sight from the lane.
- Good try, said Sam to Jim after his miss, but it sounded a bit more ironically than he really meant.
- Just wait, said Jim, who was a man that did not cope with losing. He switched place with Ron, but did not smile, he would not smile until he had beaten Sam.
- Here come's the next one, said Sam as Ron stood ready with the bat.
- Just throw the ball, Ron said almost laughing. It seemed like he knew he was going to miss, and laughed before he was going to try. Sam sent the ball flying with one of his hardest throws, and Sam could not imagine Ron taking it. Will, behind Ron, had almost closed his fingers on his glove to catch the ball, but then Ron had swung the bat with great speed. A hard bash clanged in all their ears as they saw the perfect shot hit the fence many paces away. Ron just stood with his bat looking surprised, but still smiled.
- That I call a shot, Sam applauded.
- Just luck, said Ron, who did not like to brag. He did not like to take the glory, not for anything, others came always first.
- It was a great throw.
- Oh, shut up Ron, laughed Sam, and Ron laughed with him.
- Well, I think that is enough for today. It's sunday, and we have work tomorrow, what you say guys?
- The sofa is calling for me, said Will and smiled.
- And I will enjoy a great book, Ron popped in. Ron laughed.
- You never change, Ron. Sam looked at Jim, and he seemed thoughtful and in a far away dreamingland. He just walked, looking down in the ground, with his face expressless.
- Is it okay for you, Jim?
- What? Jim suddenly said, and it seemed like he popped out from a trance.
- We go home now, to get some rest.
- Yes, yes, of course. Sam took up the bat and the ball, and they started on their way home too their houses. Sam waved them goodbye when they got to the road, because they lived the other way. While he walked home, he could not stop thinking of Jim, but he thought it might be able to be just some silly and nervous thought. It was nothing wrong with Jim, everyone can slip out sometimes, and travel to the land of dreams. But Sam wondered if it could be something with his missed baseball shot, but it could not be that. It was just a simple baseball shot.
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