George wanders through the house touching only pictures. He paused in the middle of her room and spun slowly taking in each small detail. From the look of it she was a tad perfectionist. She had a liking for old antique things. A vanity sat across from her bed, a shelf was cluttered with tiny silver spoons and another had rusted locks, keys, and broken metal.
He moves back to the living room where the small shards of leftover broken glass had been found. George crouches and looks around the room playing in his mind what he would have done had he been the criminal. Too vividly he has a grasp of what was most likely what happened. Snapping back to reality George abruptly stands and strides outside.
He approaches the detective's squad of lazy, careless men. "I want a copy of the tape from the house camera and I want the phone conversation. ASAP. You can deliver it to this office, just ask them to set it aside for George Hood."
A few men scurried off to do as they were told intimidated by his brash behavior.
Satisfied that the job would be done he climbed into his car and headed home unaware of anything else but the kidnapping. Without incident, he made it home. Unlocking his door he spotted an envelope that had been pushed through the door slot.
He drops the envelope on the counter and pulled out a few ready-made burritos.
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