Allison Marsh looked over at Bobby and Jenna. Their hair was matted and their faces were a mess from crying. They looked like a couple of homeless street urchins. She handed the children the last sandwich the kidnappers had left them. “Each of you gets half. Eat slowly, so it will last.” “When can we go home?” Bobby asked. He was crying again. Allison released a breath and, for what seemed like the hundredth time, said, “Soon. We’ll all be home soon, and I’ll fix you both a big bowl of ice cream.” “I want chocolate,” Bobby said. He looked at Jenna, but, as always, his sister said nothing. Bobby went on, telling her about his favorite ice cream. Allison did her best to tune him out, instead concentrating on what was happening. She’d heard Frank and Sasha leave the cabin several hours ago. That must mean they’re trying to arrange a ransom. Her thoughts again went to her father.
