PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bulltot
They watched her from behind a damaged pillar. She came alone as they instructed her to do. She opened the ransom note they sent her and studied its contents.
It should have struck Jason as odd. There was nothing but a few lines in it. Chris grinned as he gripped the boy’s arm with one hand. The gag stuffed in his mouth muffled the boy’s pleas.
The next minute a helicopter droned overhead.
“It’s the damned police!” Jason yelled, “Get rid of the boy!”
Chris pulled a firearm from inside his jacket with a sly grin, “Sorry Jason. Game’s over.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers where the challenge is to write a complete story in 100 words or less. Hosted by Rochelle.
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