I lowered my line into the fountain. An absurd task, I knew. There wasn’t a fish in sight. But catching fish wasn’t my goal this afternoon. This afternoon I was following orders.
The ransom note was clear. Go to Central Park and find Bethesda Fountain. Once there, drop a line into the water and wait for instructions.
I did exactly that. Thankfully, this act of futility didn’t draw anyone’s attention. It was New York City after all. But time was ticking…
I checked my phone. Nothing. My hands began to shake.
They had my little girl.
And they had me.
The Weekday One Hundred 