“What’s going on?! You’re killing me!” Lola Magda exclaims.
While staring blankly to the front glass, I respond, “Cloette’s k.idnapper wants you to go to her alone.”
“Then I will!” she says.
“What if this person k.idnaps you too?”
“Why will he? He won’t get anything from me if he does.”
She’s right. The k.idnapper doesn’t have any reason to harm her. We’ve got to give it a shot! I turn to Lola Magda, then ask,
“Do you have a phone?”
“I don’t.”
“Do you know how to use a phone?”
She’s silent for a moment. Based on how she incessantly moves her eyes, it’s apparent that the answer to my question is a ‘no’.
“Can you give me Cloette’s phone?”
The crackling noise of the paperbag fills the back of my car as Lola Magda gropes for Cloette’s phone. As soon as she finds it, she hands it o
