ARTHUR
Nathan and I asked everyone if they had seen Doris or Nina. I was just beginning to get worried when I saw them talking to the bride by the very front of the venue.
We were only a few meters from them when a large white van sped up, the side doors opened, and a man wearing all black and a black mask leaned far out the door and grabbed Lisa around the chest.
Doris, acting fast, got a death grip on Lisa’s dress. For a few harrowing seconds, there was a tug of war.
When they couldn’t shake Doris off, the kidnappers simply grabbed both women and hauled them into the van.
I ran as fast as I could, faster than I had ever run in my life. I got there just as the van door slammed in my face.
The van floored it, speeding away at what must have been a hundred mile
