Kidnap Page #5

Wait a minute.

- Is nobody here with you?

- No, ma'am.

But we can have a hundred cars

looking for them in an hour, okay?

- An hour? Oh my God, in an hour?

- I just need you to be patient.

My son is gonna be dead in an hour!

No, no, it's going online.

Every cop in the Parish

is gonna be looking for him, Karla.

Oh, God.

Issuing amber alert

for a potential kidnapping.

A six years old African-American boy.

Last seen wearing a blue and red shirt.

Responds to Frankie Dyson.

The mother is here with me at the station.

Do you have a cellphone that I can use...

...so if I go out there I can call and

stay in touch with you?

No, ma'am. But you can use that phone

right over on that wall.

I cannot use that phone?

It's right there.

Anyone you need to call?

Your husband?

Okay, my husband, yes.

- I need to call my husband.

- 9 in the area code.

I've put out an APP for Jefferson Parish.

You just need to wait, Karla.

You've reach David Dyson.

I'm away from my desk right now.

I'll get back to you

as soon as possible. Thank you.

Hi, David.

It's me.

I am in a police station in Chester.

Frankie's been kidnapped.

Happened at the park.

The police are out doing everything

they can looking for him.

And they said that all we have to do now

is just sit right and wait.

That's what all these people did.

They waited.

Wait, wait, hold on, hold on.

Ma'am? Ma'am?

Excuse me, did you see a man

with a little boy?

Is that your jacket?

That's your jacket.

Frankie?

I found you, you son of a b*tch!

No! No, that's not it!

It's a black Volvo!

Goddamnit!

Goddamnit.

No! You are not opening that door!

I said no!

F*** you!

No!

Oh, God. No!

No!

No, no, no...

Don't stop, don't stop.

- I need help!

- Are you alright?

- Do you have a phone?

- I got a radio.

Call 911.

My son has been kidnapped!

- Call 911.

- Okay, but I got to go this way.

- I don't get a reception over here.

- But they went that way!

That way is a dead end.

Dead end? What do you mean?

Look out!

Damnit! Where's my shells?

You had to keep coming, didn't you?

Where's my son?

Where's my son!

Terrence Vicky? Is that who you are?

Were.

125, Route 77.

Okay.

Let's see.

Continue on route 77 for 2 miles.

Your destination will be on the left.

Hello?

He ain't here.

Yes, we got another one

and now everything is gone to sh*t!

Okay, then the price just doubled

because this mother has become a problem.

I told you Terry ain't here.

I had to hitch a ride back.

He's out taking care of the problem.

Just remember,

you are just the middleman.

It'll be a $100,000 or you get nothing.

911 operator, what's your emergency?

I need help.

Ma'am?

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