“No, I haven’t spoken to Sophie since her abduction.” “Who do you think is behind this? Do you think it has anything to do with the upcoming elections? Are you…” “Please, one question at a time,” he interrupted with obvious annoyance, holding his hand up to cease the barrage of questions storming his way. “I prefer not to speculate on the reasons behind her abduction. As for your other questions, I believe Jonathan is better equipped to answer them, since the kidnappers contacted him earlier.” He turned slightly to include the man standing at the podium next to him. Jonathan Lord was impeccably dressed in an Italian silk suit that complimented the color of his eyes, which appeared to crystallize the second he knew the cameras had swung his way. Not a hair out of place, his character reeked of the superiority and self-importance he was known to possess. He stepped closer to the mike, clearing his throat for effect. “Mr. Lord, when did you first find out the senator’s daughter had been kidnapped and do you know how she is?”
