“Before I listen to your demands, I want evidence of life,” I said.
They had my little girl and the FBI were calling the shots. I was just scared to death. It seemed a bit aggressive on my part to demand anything from these people and the silence on the other end of the phone was deafening.
“Daddy?” A thin, fearful voice threw the question at me with the force of a hurricane.
She was alive. My knees quivered and I had to grab the desk for support.