Chapter 2E

And then they walked me out of the store, shoved me into their "getaway" car, and we sped away from the store into the night. True story.
"What do you want from me?" I finally managed. The gunman was in the back with me, still holding his gun, and the other guy was driving.
"Well, you witnessed us shoot an innocent civilian and rob a jewelry store, so we can't just let you go. You saw my face."

"Look, I won't tell anyone anything about you. Honestly, I don't really care. I just want a watch for this guy so that I can win a bet and that's why I was at Swarovski and now I'm going to lose a bet and I'm being kidnapped and-"
"Stop freaking out." The gunman sighed and put his gun back into his pocket.
"HOW CAN I NOT?" I yelled then.
He ignored me, pulled out his cellphone, and dialed a number.
"I left a bit of a mess at the spot. Can you send a team?" He asked.
Then he nodded, and hung up.
"Hey, Roy. I recognize her face." The driver looked back at us.



My heart sank. Tons of people recognized my face. I was Vincent Michaels' only daughter, often in his car commercials because he was the owner of the Panther car brand. THE one and only. Crap. What if they used me as a hostage or something? Of course Daddy would pay, even if he was a little bit money-oriented right? Obviously, I'm his daughter, I say to myself. But I didn't want Daddy losing any money. Then I wouldn't be able to afford the limo, perhaps. OHMYGOSH!!!


"What?" 'Roy' said back. He turned to examine me, his face looming into my personal bubble. He smelled like Chanel. I wouldn't expect a guy like him to wear cologne, especially not Chanel. Maybe he wasn't an ordinary robber.
God, stop being a detective, I told myself. So I met his eyes with my own, as if to challenge him.

He kept staring at me, then turned away. “I recognize her too,” He said thoughtfully. “From tv or something. What if it becomes too public that she’s missing?”
He sighed and leaned back against the back seat.