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?