Theodore picked up the call in a heartbeat, and a weird, robotic voice came through, like it was using some high-tech voice changer.@@novelbin@@


    "Mr. Reynolds, I hear you''ve been on the hunt for Mrs. Reynolds. Sorry for theck of a heads-up. We kinda borrowed Mrs. Reynolds and your side piece for a bit." Theodore froze, eyes narrowing with a cold glint. "What do you want?"


    "Mr. Reynolds, you''re sharp. No need for small talk. Five hundred million bucks each, and if you''re short by even a penny, I''ll start chopping fingers."


    "Don''t hurt them. I''ll get the cash together right now," Theodore said, keeping his cool. He should''ve known something was offst night when he felt that gut feeling about Phoebe.


    The kidnapper''s smug voice continued, "Mr. Reynolds, you sure know how to look after yourdies. Now, hustle and get the money. No cops, or you''ll be picking up bodies. I''ll call you back." And with that, the kidnapper hung up, no hesitation.


    "Hello? Hello?!" Theodore shouted into the dead line. He almost smashed the phone against the wall but stopped, remembering the kidnapper would call again.


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