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Tracy was confused. The man, ‘Jack’ as she had named him, was an enigma. When she first had contact with him, three days ago, she considered him the most hateful, evil man she had ever met. Who would kidnap a bus load of young school children, and lock them in a cramped, dark and musty metal room with no way of escape? What could possibly motivate someone to do such a thing to innocent young children? Money? It had to be money. In Tracy’s mind, no amount of money would justify the k********g of one child, let alone eleven children. Three days ago, maybe even up to yesterday, she hated him.
Hate, towards anyone, was not an emotion Tracy had envisioned she would ever feel. Hate was something she thought filled the hearts and minds of evil terrorist organisations who killed wantonly, ind
