Klempner snaps fingers at me. “Put the note inside the plastic bag so I can handle it. Let me see it properly.”
He reads the note, checks the reverse, holds it up to the light, then re-reads it. “No contact details,” he mutters. “No instructions. Just a demand.”
Then, plucking at his chin, he puts it down. “That settles one thing. This isn't a random kidnapping. Or a plain ransom attempt. There's something personal here. Beth was never the target. And Jenny isn’t the target either. She’s the bait.”
Beth pulls herself, still weepy, from Michael’s embrace. “The whole thing’s about you, yes. It’s clear now.”
All eyes swing to her.
“What exactly is clear, Beth?” says Klempner.
Richard winds an arm around Beth’s waist, holding her close. She wipes her nose on the back of her hand. “Isn’t
