Yvonne knew it was her aunt calling. It was over. It was all over.


    The officer answered the call, and Dr. Smith''s furious roar came through the speaker. "Yvonne, you''ve ruined me! You stupid fool, the woman in 408 is the Chief''s wife! Did you really dare to steal the Police Chief''s son? How could you be so reckless?"


    Jacob whispered in her ear, "Talk. Cooperate, and you might get a lighter sentence." Yvonne knew it was over. Forget the money; she was going to prison.


    "What... what are you talking about? How could it be..."


    "Yvonne, you''ve signed my death warrant."


    "What about the baby?"


    "I''ll have someone get rid of the baby. If the Chief finds out we stole his child, we''re both finished."


    Jacob''s eyes shed with murderous intent. He gave Yvonne a look, signaling her to ask for the baby''s location.


    Yvonne understood. She asked, "If he''s the Chief''s son, we can''t kill him! You have to bring him back quickly. Maybe we can still get out of this!"


    "Are you crazy? My boyfriend has the baby. You want him to get caught?"


    "Your boyfriend is a robber who just stole a child. He did all these terrible things on his own, what does it have to do with us? Just tell him to bring the baby back."


    Hearing this, Yvonne instantly saw a way out: shift all the me onto her aunt''s boyfriend.


    "Yvonne, you''ve destroyed me! You told me your friend was just an ordinary person! That we could get ten million just by taking the baby. Now we''ve taken him, but he''s the Chief''s son! They''re looking for him. If you make him bring the baby back, isn''t that walking right into a trap?"


    "If he doesn''t bring the baby back, we''re the ones who will die! Which is more important, your boyfriend or our lives? You decide."


    Yvonne shrieked hysterically. She didn''t want to go to jail.


    "Yvonne, you''re the one who schemed against someone else''s child! My boyfriend helped you, and now you want to set him up to take the fall? won''t allow it! You figure out what to do with the baby. You''re the one who stole him, it has nothing to do with us!"


    "If the police ask, I''ll tell them you stole the baby."


    "You can''t do this to me!" Yvonne yelled.


    But Dr. Smith had already hung up.


    The Chief looked at an officer. "Go arrest Dr. Smith. Don''t alert anyone else."


    The officer replied, "Yes, Chief. I''ll send a team right away."


    Then, the two officers took Yvonne to the hospital.


    The blizzard on the ind was fierce. The wind howled, carrying heavy snow that whipped through the air, turning the world white.


    The icy snowkes felt like knives cutting her face. Walking was nearly impossible. Yvonne was pregnant and not wearing a coat, making her miserable and eld. Every step was an enormous effort, and she cried the whole way.


    Just as Dr. Smith was being arrested, Yvonne was brought to the hospital. When Dr. Smith saw that Yvonne had been caught, she copsed to the floor.


    It was over. Everything was over. All her years of criminal activity, all for nothing.


    If they connected her to the previous kidnapping cases, her life was finished.


    The two were taken to a private


    room. Jacob''s imposing figure


    walked in filling the room with a heavy sense of pressure. He ced


    a in a copy of the legal statutes in front of Dr. Smith. Histo was low and


    gravelly. "Take a good look count the years thew has waiting for you."