Not Dead Yet

NOT DEAD YET

The day started out like any other. Bright, Sunny...My daughter got on the school bus as usual at 8. I went through my day, like I do every day, cleaning. The phone rang, I answered I only heard breathing and then the caller hung up. About an hour later the phone rang again but I only heard heavy breathing.

At this time, I got suspicious and worried. I was home alone and two phone calls back too back with no answer. Just heavy breathing.

About 2:30 the phone rang again. And the person finally said something “I have your daughter and if you want to see her again, I need $20,000. “ If you call the police, I will kill her.”

I didn’t know what to do at this time. I am a widower and that was for the most part all the money my late husband left me.

But to save my daughter I will give the kidnapper whatever he wanted.

So about 5:45 the kidnapper called again. And told me where to leave the money.

I got my gun out of the closet and put it in my purse. I placed the money where the kidnapper wanted me too.

I hid where the kidnapper couldn’t see me, but I could see him.

I see the kidnapper with my daughter and he was pulling on her arm because she was trying to get away. He yelled at her to quit or you’ll never see your mother again.

She started crying.

I took the gun out of my purse and run up on the kidnapper and told him to give me my daughter and the money.

He threw the money bag at me and pushed my daughter towards me.

I asked him why he did this, and he answered “Your husband told me too”.

But as you know, my husband was dead, that’s how I got the money to start with.

The kidnapper told me that he said he was your husband and that you had $20,000 that he needed.

I asked him to describe him to me. He said he was gray haired about 6.3 and 230 pounds.

He sounded like my husband but my husband was deceased.

The Kidnapper took off fast. I didn’t get his name or had a chance to ask him where my husband was.

About 2 weeks later I had my husband’s body exhumed. To my surprise his body was not in his grave. The only thing in his casket was a little black book.

I took the little black book home and started reading. It was a book of names of people my husband owed money too and the amount he owed next to each name.

I didn’t recognize any other names. But some of the names were marked out. I added up the rest of the amounts and it was exactly $20,000.

I can’t believe that my husband would go to this length to get the money. I didn’t have any idea of where to find him either. But now that I got the money and my daughter back, I went to the Police.

I told the Police what had happened two weeks earlier. All about the kidnapping and what the kidnapper had told me.

I gave them a description of the kidnapper. And they said they would get the kidnapper's photo out.

My daughter and I went back home.

When I went to put the key in the door, the door opened. I heard a noise inside the house, I told my daughter to take my phone and call 911 and tell them we have an intruder in the house.

The police showed up about 10 minutes later. They went in the house, guns drawn.

They were in the house about 5 minutes before they came out and told me that there was a dead man in the kitchen.

When I went in the kitchen I recognized it was my husband that was supposed to be dead with a stab wound to the heart.

I gave the police the little black book and they told me to follow them to the police station.

The Coroner finally arrived to get the body and The Forensic Unit dusts for finger prints.

My daughter and I head to the police station to give my statement.

About 6 weeks later the police came to my house and told me that they found another body and needed me to come and see if I could Identify the person.

I went to see if I could identify the body. I was shocked to see that it was the kidnapper.

I told the police that he was the man that kidnapped my daughter about 8 weeks earlier and that this was the first time I seen him since I got her back. The finger prints that the police collected off my husband’s body was the kidnapper’s finger prints.

The police said that on the back page of the little black book was a note to me saying that he was sorry for faking his death and that he loved me and our daughter, He wished that things could have been different and hopes that my life would be better now without him.

I did not shed a tear. All I could think about was our daughter and what could have happened if the kidnapper would have killed her.

All is good now that the kidnapper and my husband were gone for good.