Chapter 192
The kidnapper’s call had Yvan and the team of special unit detectives wound up tight as a drum. The
moment the phone rang, Yvan shot up from his chair and answered, “Name your price, but don’t you
dare hurt that kid!”
“Ha–ha-ha, who knew the stone–cold Yvan could have a soft spot? I’d love to hear you beg. Come on,
kid, tell your daddy goodnight.”
At 4 a.m., Logan’s voice came through the line, tearful and choked, “Dad… help…”
It had been ages since he’d called out for his dad. Now, the word ‘dad‘ was like a dagger to Yvan’s
heart. He felt his blood run backwards, and his eyes, those of a grown man, reddened. “Hang in there,
son. Daddy’sing to save you.”
The thug snatched the phone back, demanded a staggering fifty million, and gave Yvan the location for
the exchange before hanging up. The cold tone of the disconnected call echoed in Yvan’s ears, his
hand trembling as he held the phone.
Carl had rushed over in the dead of night upon hearing about the trouble at Yvan’s ce. Now,
standing by his side, he watched Yvan, eyes red, turn to him and bark, “Get the fifty million ready!
Now!”
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The call had been recorded by the police, some of whom were analyzing the voices while others
prepared a capture n. Learning that the exchange was to take ce at the Sea City docks, they had
made their way there under cover of darkness to set up a discreet ambush. inclothes officers began
monitoring every movement around the harbor, which was under surveince; another team of cops
was stationed nearby to watch for any unusual activity.
Yvan arrived at the docks half an hourter, half an hour before the scheduled exchange time, but he
couldn’t wait. Logan’s life was hanging by a thread, and Yvan couldn’t gamble with his
son’s life.
Fifty million, five hundred million – could any amount buy a second chance at time?
Yvan’s heart was on the grill, being seared over and over. He stood in the biting wind until, at longst,
someone appeared with Logan.
They had their n: take the money, split up into three groups, the one with the cash taking to the sea,
the others distracting pursuers, and then rendezvous abroad to divide the spoils.
Upon seeing Yvan, Logan cried out, “Daddy!”
Each plea cut through Yvan like a razor. He approached, carrying several cases filled with cash and set
a few more at his feet. He locked eyes with the thugs and said, “Release my son!”
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“Throw over the money, and you’ll get your boy.” they demanded.
A knife pressed against Logan’s throat, drawing a thin line of blood, the sight of which seared Yvan’s
eyes. Without a second thought, he kicked over the cases filled with cash toward the kidnappers.
The kidnappers were many, and quickly, a few stepped forward to collect the cases, not bothering to
count the cash on the spot – any distraction could lead to failure.
The police, hidden in the shadows, signaled each other, ready to swoop in once the kidnappers let
down their guard. But just then, the kidnappers changed their minds!
“I can’t be sure you haven’t brought the cops with you, Mr. Boyd. So, I’m afraid I can’t hand over your
son just yet!”
The ringleader, his face obscured by a mask, chuckled with augh that sent chills down the spines of
everyone present, “We’ll release him once we’re clear. If there are any cops lying in wait, and we lose
your boy, we’ve got no bargaining chip left!”
Their professional awareness of counter-surveince was evident; these were no amateurs.
Yvan ground his teeth and said, “The money’s yours, as we agreed…”
“Ha–ha, making deals with criminals?” The kidnapper dragged Logan back, and the police subtly
tightened their encirclement.
Sensing movement, the thugs bolted for the boat, dragging Logan with them!