Forty Thousand Dollars Demanded to Bring Our Lost Daughter Home
We stayed there in the dirt for a long time, until the long shadows of the walnut trees reached the edge of the pasture. I finally got him to his feet and walked him back to the house, his feet dragging through the grass.
He did not speak a word to Clara or George when we came through the door. He went straight to his bedroom and shut the door, leaving us alone in the quiet kitchen.
At eight o’clock on Monday morning, George was waiting for me in the kitchen. He had the blue savings bond folder sitting on the table next to his cold coffee cup.
“We have to stop the transfer, Andrew,” George said. “The bank manager said the funds would clear by noon today.”
“We will lose the interest,” I said, rubbing my left temple.
“We will lose more than that if we let forty thousand dollars sit in a checking account while some thief waits for us to call,” George said.
