Kidnap (4 page)

Oh, Tiffany was good!

A sergeant spoke into his radio. “Can we arrange an arrest warrant for Mr Desmond King, and let's have a search warrant for his personal accounts while we're at it. I think he has a couple of questions to answer.”

More police officers appeared. They turned my dad and Liz to face the wall and began to search them. “You are under arrest for the abduction of Miss Tiffany King,” one of them said as he worked. “You have the right to remain silent, but anything you do say may be taken down and given in evidence against you.”

“But, we haven't done anything!” my dad insisted as he was handcuffed.

“That's it,” whispered my mum in my ear. “I've seen enough.”

As Tiffany had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, me and my mum crept towards the fire exit we'd left open when we first arrived. Tiffany spotted us leaving our hiding place and, when she was sure none of the police were watching her, she winked at me.

The cold night air washed over us as we stepped out into the moonlight. “Forty grand in the bank, and this…” I said, pulling what was left of our initial fee from my pocket. “There's just under four thousand there, I reckon. So, what first? Our own flat, or a new car?”

“Neither!” grinned my mum, linking her arm through mine. “I fancy a holiday – anywhere but Cornwall!”

THE END