I know that my life reads like a work of fiction but it is very real. And though I seem to dodge a lot of consequences, I can’t escape them all. I have also prided myself on being the most dangerous person in any room – baring my sister who, at times, scares even me.
When I met Casey’s
mother, I was terrified of her. She was violent and unpredictable and had no
qualms about hurting her own daughter to get her way. We know how I feel about
parents who betray their children.
I spent days on
the phone between my husband and my sister, trying to find a way to bring Casey
home to us. Involving authorities was out of the question – though the query was
posed about how we would explain Casey’s return once we got her back. We’re burning
that bridge when we get to it.
We realized some sort
of heist would need to take place, or else we had to lure the woman away from
the house so someone could extract Casey from where she was being held
prisoner. The latter would be difficult on a good day, let alone one where the
woman was holding a child hostage. Getting her to walk out of her house for
more than the mail would be nearly impossible.
The thought did
cross my mind that we were going to have to “Ocean’s Eleven” this thing – or… “Ocean’s
Three”, actually – but like I said: our lives are not fictional. It was, however,
accurate to say that the three of us discussed how to break into a highly secured
home and take a child. Presumably in the middle of the night considering Pandemic-times
means there are way more eyes watching during the day. It’s annoying, really.
Used to be, I could stuff a body into my trunk in the middle of the day without
anyone noticing.
Stupid nosey neighbours.
The trouble is: we’re
now in an unknown city – they drove up over the weekend – with no allies, few
resources, and only my vague memory of the layout of her house, to figure out
how we’re going to make some sort of daring rescue without being arrested for
trespassing.
It has been an exhausting
few days. We hooked up some surveillance equipment near all outer doors to we
could monitor her comings and goings. So far, there isn’t a distinct pattern
but it’s only been a few days. We’re also keeping an eye on her neighbours to
see if she’s close to anyone or if there are any areas of concern. So far, they
seem to be the quiet, rich type of people, which could be an asset but it could
also be a deterrent. Rich people love their privacy and they hate strangers,
which could mean that they won’t care what’s going on next door unless it
involves them personally, but if they notice three people they don’t know
hanging around their property, they’re going to call the police.
A daylight robbery
may actually be our best option – despite my fears about additional eyes on the
street. We just don’t know enough about the house or the area to make an
attempt. I hate the thought of her being in there with that woman, but I can stomach
the thought of losing her completely even less.
Casey is strong.
And maybe she’ll escape and murder her mother before we even have a chance to
rescue her. And I hate waiting – especially when I know what’s going on in
there. I don’t believe that woman will kill her daughter unless she deems it
somehow necessary. If we can do this without letting her know that her life is
in danger, Casey stands a better chance.
Even as I type
this, I understand how ridiculous it all seems. I’ve thought about just walking
up to her front door and stabbing her in the gut. Who knows: maybe I’ll lose my
patience and do that anyways. But the quieter we are, the safer we all will be.
Because it’s not just about getting Casey out of that nightmare, it’s
protecting myself and my whole family. Getting all of us home safely.
If we have to do
it the hard way, then we’ll do it the hard way.
As always, dear
readers,
Stay Safe
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