A quick search of the backseat found ammunition for the weapons, some rope, a roll of duct tape and a couple blankets. The trunk contained two suitcases, an empty gas can and a spare tire. “Looks like they planned to tie you up and cover you with the blanket,” Patrick said, tossing her one of the coverlets. “Wrap yourself up in this. You must be freezing.” “Maybe they were just going to wrap up my body until they could dispose of it,” she said. “It would have been easier to leave you for dead back on that deserted road.” He slid into the driver’s seat and cranked the engine. The deeper they got into this, the less sense it made. Kidnappers took the boy, but left Stacy unharmed. Then different men came back for Stacy. They hadn’t killed her outright, which seemed to indicate they had intended to take her somewhere alive. The anonymous female caller threatened to kill Carlo if Stacy and Patrick kept coming after them, yet someone had set up an ambush on the most obvious secondary route for them to take.
