The kidnapping

Jill typed just right now the protocol of a testimony, when her mind hike back into past unexpectedly and saw her self in the role of the exanimated person. In that examination in those days it wasn’t the police, who asked the questions, but that they found out only later.
The uniforms, the strictly questioning and than these absurdly allegations had made her nervous and confused. It had found out as a misunderstanding at least.

She tried again to concentrate on her notice and smiled happily, when she thought about the smart police Lieutenant, for whom she performed protocol. Sometimes and in special cases only. She admired him longer and was very proud to could helping out in his work area for little errands, administration or typing. Since yet she was to shy to meet him private/ personally and languished to him from a distance. Now she was on cloud nine. He wasn’t very tall but well built. That didn´t means that he looks like a little “Rambo”. On the contrary he was slim and fine slight. His hair had a golden-red color, his bright blue eyes let her heart bits higher and his gently smile could bring her out of concept.

Startled she realizes the line full of “Gs” when she woke up from her daydream and holding the key for “G” to long. She clear fast all of them except one and look around stealthy. She sat in a small glazed place, who only were space for a little squared table, a printer nearby and a chair in front, directly placed at the glass wall, through that she could see the busy floor. But nobody was watching her. Behind her on the other side there was a black leather couch. She wrote the last sentence already and took a look critical above. That protocol should be for an ongoing procedure in court from a finished determination. It was a testimony from a bank clerk, who was present in a robbery. Her text was short and curtly written, only with facts and without any flourish. Because she didn’t find beauty- or grammar faults, she printed the protocol. She just wants to take a map, when she found a little notice on a neon bright paper. She didn’t notice that someone brought it or left it next to her and she was sure that it wasn’t there at the beginning. “Post it” you call it in new modern bureau language.

Mrs. Sanders, was written on it, her name and more:

I need you as a neutral accompaniment by a short observation in a café, meeting point nearby car park, floor minus 1 at the elevator, soon at 11:00 o clock, if your time permits it

The signature let her heart bits higher and her hands vibrated. It was the signature from her beloved Lieutenant. She wanted absolutely being useful for him and of course on call especially it sounded more like a date. She packed up fast her things, grabbed the printout and went away immediately, without proving the authenticity from this message. She gave the protocol the guardsman at the reception and nearly jogged into the nearby less used car park. It keeps to a barrack that once was a store but for demolition was no money. She could not wait to meet him soon alone and to help him with his work or even their first date. She took excited the stairs down and her heels clattered loud in the quiet staircase.

In the police station and on the street there was a busy bustle and now she found herself in a silent park floor. She still smiled and wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue. Before she could realize, that something was wrong, somebody had come up behind her and had pressed a chloroform-soaked rag above her nose and mouth. “Fine and over time Honey”, she heard already a buzzing male voice silent whisper and than she loose her consciousness.

In actual fact she was expected soon at her workplace in a law firm, where she worked as a reception secretary.

A vague melody humming Lieutenant Jack Fontaine came with two cups full of coffee in his hands to the glassy through room, where he expected actually the graceful assistant and paused. Didn´t she been here recently for writing the protocol? After he accompanied the young bank clerk to the entry, he drove into the top floor to get the coffee. Okay, he would been stopped second times and got involved into discussions, but it kept not so long – didn´t it?! He entered the photo lab across the floor, where an employee wearing a lab coat bent his self about an old filmstrip. “Oh, you shouldn´t have to invite me to a coffee”, he was welcomed by him with a side glance and a cheeky smile. Jack only smiled back and handed over to him the second coffee. “Actually I am searching for the Lady, who worked across the floor? Do you saw her?” he wanted to know from him. “I am sorry, I didn´t remark what’s happened to the nice lady. I only noticed that she may was suddenly in hurry to leave – I heard her steps”, the strong built lab assistant explained. He may train obviously often in a fitness center and the unnatural brown color at his skin, which clearly contrasted to his white lab coat, he got from studio sun. “Great, thanks”, Jack replied, cheered at him with the coffee cup and returned to the empty glass room.

Lost in thought he closed the laptop and took of the cables, while he drank the coffee. That machine belonged to his department and he planed to bring it back to the office. He looked carefully around but she didn’t left something, apart from this small lightened sticky note. He better took it of from the desk and put it on the top from the computer. Her name was written on it and she may needed it after all, but the message for it self he didn’t read, because it could was something private. Just then his telephone rang and he got the order to come to his next case. He brought the laptop back in his office and left the building. The lovely assistant may surely had gone back to her normally workplace”, he said to his self. So he didn’t worry about it anymore …