On the luggage rack at the foot of their bed, he saw Sarahs sweater, a folded top and pants. On the neatly made bed beside him, Coles underwear, shorts and T-shirts.
These were the remnants of yesterday.
He was alone in the aftermath.
It was 6:20 a.m.
He grabbed his cell phone from the nightstand, thankful it was fully charged.
No messages. No texts. Nothing.
He called down to the front desk. A man answered.
No, sir, there are no messages for 1212.
Jeff placed the handset back in the cradle. Pain hammered from the inside of his skull; his stomach was cramping from having not eaten for some twenty-four hours.
They need you. Get to work.
He started the rooms coffeemaker, then took a shower. Images of the car fire and corpses swirled in the waters rush until he remembered Cordellis caution.
Youll make yourself crazy imagining the worst scenarios.
Stepping from the shower he thought, first things first. His stomach roiled to the point of nausea. He had to eat something. Sarah, a believer in contingency, had put a couple of apples and granola bars in her bag.
Okay, that was breakfast.
Jeff ate the food and drank black coffee, deciding he would call Cordelli for an update. Maybe the cops had a lead from the fire victims? As Jeff reached for the hotel phone, it rang.
His heart skipped. Please let it be Sarah. He grabbed it.
Is this Jeff? a womans voice asked. Jeff Griffin?
It was not Sarah.
Whos calling?
Melissa Mason from the New York Post, Im trying to reach Jeff Griffin. Would that be you?
Melissa Mason was caffeine fueled and fast-talking, with a New York accent. Cordelli had told him that police were going to put out a public appeal for help on the case late last night.
Yes, this is Jeff Griffin.
Jeff, Im writing a story for the Post. Have you received any word on the whereabouts of your wife and son?
No.
Do you any idea who would do this?
No.
Can you detail for me exactly what happened near Times Square yesterday? Jeff hesitated, then told her. Melissa punctuated his recounting of events with uh-huhs, then asked more questions and went over their background. Sarahs a teacher? And youre a mechanic and a volunteer firefighter in Montana? And Cole is nine? Is he your only child?
That one stopped Jeff cold. But he answered.
That one stopped Jeff cold. But he answered.
We had a daughter, Lee Ann. She died at six months.
Oh, my God, Im sorry, Melissa said. This whole ordeal has gotta be horrible for you. What thoughts are going through your mind?
I want them back. I dont know who did this, I dont know why. I want them back.
I understand. Um, Jeff, Id like to come to your hotel with a photographer to take your picture, would you agree?
I dont know, I-
Well go big with Sarahs and Coles pictures. Itll help find them, Jeff. Itll go on our site, and on the streets, everywhere. It wont take long. We can be there in forty-five minutes, maybe sooner. Well try sooner.
All right.
Do you have a cell phone number, an email address?
Jeff needed to keep his cell phone clear.
Just use the hotel number.
After the call Jeff switched on the TV in time to catch a local New York City morning newscast. Sarah and Cole stared back at him.
He didnt move except to adjust the volume as the female anchor read the news.
We start off this morning with this breaking story of two dead men and the brazen abduction of a schoolteacher from Montana and her nine-year-old son. Tyko Sanderay has more. Tyko?
The story cut to a reporter in his twenties downtown.
Yes, thank you, Maria. Police say this strange case all started here, yesterday morning on the fringes of Times Square, when Sarah Griffin and her nine-year-old son, Cole, were abducted by as many as three men in a white SUV. Detectives and FBI agents say this brazen criminal act was caught by security cameras.
Stop-action images of Sarah and Cole being taken quickly into the vehicle played as the reporters voice carried over them.
The womans husband, the boys father, reported his family missing to the NYPD yesterday morning. Detectives determined it was a stranger abduction. Now, heres where the story gets even more troubling. Within hours of the kidnappings the vehicle was driven into Brooklyn. The vehicle, a 2010 GMC Terrain, was discovered in Brooklyn on fire by an NYPD patrol unit. And we obtained this footage from a viewer who was passing by when firefighters arrived.
The report showed shaky cell phone video of the SUV burning.
There were several small explosions. When the fire department finally doused the fire, they found the bodies of two males, burned beyond recognition inside, in what has been classified as a double homicide. Maria.
Tyko, Action News has just learned that police may have tentatively identified one of the victims as Omarr Lincoln Roderick Aimes, aged thirty-two, after an early-morning raid on his home near Morningside Park?
Yes, Maria, our sources have just confirmed that. Now, police dont know, or arent saying, who is behind this series of crimes. Nor are they saying why a schoolteacher and her son on a family vacation to the city were targets. One source told me this morning that theres every indication that theyre still alive and may be being held somewhere. The NYPD is working with the FBI and a multitude of other agencies on this case. Sources say investigators would not rule out anything at this stage and theyre asking that anyone with any information call the hotline immediately.
And youll keep us posted, Tyko.
We will, Maria.
Jeff sat down on the bed, not listening as the news continued.
Thank you. Now in other news, the yearly United Nations General Assembly Meeting gets under way, and with more than one hundred and fifty world leaders come the usual traffic headaches.
As Jeff struggled to absorb everything, the hotel room phone began ringing again and he got up to answer it without adjusting the TV.
A chief concern for security officials is the planned visit to Battery Park for the 9/11 memorial by the Russian president and the president of Mykrekistan, the troubled Russian republic. Officials are bracing for what could be violent protests against the Mykrekistan government for alleged human rights.
The hotel phone continued ringing until Jeff shifted his attention from the TV and answered.
Good morning, this is Russell Powell of the New York Times. May I speak with Mr. Jeff Griffin please?
Im Jeff.
Mr. Griffin, the Times is preparing a story on the abduction of Sarah, your wife, and Cole, your son. Would you agree to an interview now over the phone?
Yes.
Thanks. Id like to start by confirming names and ages-
Jeffs attention shot to the nightstand as the keypad lights on the cell phone illuminated as it began ringing.
Wait, he told the Times reporter, and put the hotel phone down.
His heart began racing. The number was blocked. Was it Cordelli? Another reporter? He answered and pressed it to his ear.
Hello?
Static crackled. Then: Jeff! Oh, God, Jeff, help us!
His skin tingled at the sound of Sarahs plea.
Sarah! Where are you?
More static and commotion.
Daddy! Please come and get us! Please hurry!
Cole! Im coming, son! Where are you, tell me!
The line went silent. Jeff kept the phone welded to his ear, his digital lifeline, his only hope to see his family. For that moment all he heard was the small tinny voice of Russell Powell from the New York Times on the handset on the nightstand.
Hello, Mr. Griffin? Are you still there? Hello?
Jeff ignored him and hung up.
The cell phone connection was unbroken. As Jeff called into it for Sarah and Cole, it clicked with a deep robotic voice, filtered through a scrambler.
If you want to see your wife and son again, do as instructed. Your sons bag was mixed up with ours at the airport. When we arranged to have the bags exchanged an item was missing from our bag. We want our property.
What? I dont understand. Is this Hans Beck? Everything was in the bag! Please, this is a mis-
We want our property returned. It is a small toy airplane. It is only of value to us. Find it, bring it with you and leave now on foot for Grand Central Terminal. Keep your phone on for instructions. If you fail, if you inform police, your family will die. We are watching. Leave now!
Please, let them go! This is mistake! Im begging you, please let them go!
The line went dead.
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Manhattan, New York City
Theyre alive.
For now.
His heart racing, Jeff scanned the room.
A toy airplane?
His family had been abducted for a toy?
This is insane.
He couldnt make sense of the absurdity. Time pummeled him. Each second was a fist striking him with desperation, demanding action.
Concentrate.
Cole had dumped the bags contents on his bed. A vague memory of him playing with a toy surfaced, then Jeff recalled Cole telling Hans Beck about the airplane.
Maybe it fell out, got misplaced.
Immediately Jeff sifted through Coles clothes but found nothing. He ran his hands swiftly over the bedspread. Nothing. He dropped to his knees and looked under the bed, no sign of a plane.
What if I cant find it?
He pressed his face to the rooms carpet and inspected the area around the bed, the dresser, the desk, then saw the curtains.
The curtains! Cole was playing near the window behind the curtains!
As Jeff searched the area on the floor, the interior windowsill, his cell rang. He kept searching. As he moved to the area behind the chairs and table near the window he heard a slight rattle coming from the curtains.
The cell phone rang a second time.
Im losing time!
Jeff ran his hands along the hem of the curtains, pockets formed at the bottom of the folds. Suddenly, miraculously, he felt something hard in one of them and inserted his fingers, feeling a plastic casing.
Got it!
He retrieved the toy plane Cole had been playing with, then answered his cell phone.
Jeff, this is Cordelli.
Did you guys get that call? Theyre alive! Im going to get them back!
We got it but I need you to listen to me!
Did you get a name on the phone? Was it Hans Beck?
No. Theyre using an untraceable cell phone, a throwaway. Listen. Dont move. Were scrambling to set up.
Christ, didnt you hear them? No police, theyll kill Sarah and Cole!
Jeff, we cant take any risks. We dont know who were dealing with or what they might do.
Yes, we do! Theyve already killed two people!
Dont go anywhere, dont give anyone anything. Wait for us to come to you!
No, Im going now and Im going alone!
Jeff, wait! Listen to me, there are things we can do that no one will see. We can put plainclothes people on the trains. We can stop the trains if we have to.