“And to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” The caller asked.
“Listen you a-hole, I’m a police detective with the Miami PD. Stop calling this number.” Dick disconnected. Before he could speak, the cellphone rang again. He held up three fingers to remind Bill. Shirley tapped Ralph on the head, and he gave a thumbs up. After three rings, Bill answered.
“Good morning, this is Tom Billingsly and I represent the End All Insurance Company. Is this the Smyth residence?”
Dick grabbed the telephone before Bill could say another word and yelled into the phone, “That’s it. I’m sending a squad car to arrest you.”
The voice laughed. “Better send a boat. My real name is Singh and I live in India. Have a nice day.”
As Dick disconnected, a small girl ambled into the living room. The Smyths jumped up, rushed over shouting, “Kaitlin!” They hugged their daughter.
After everyone settled down from all the excitement, Dick and Shirley sat down with Kaitlin. After a few preliminary questions, Shirley asked, “Why didn’t your abductor call your parents?”
“He tried, but every time he called, the line was busy. Finally, he gave up and decide to wait until tonight.”
“He?” Dick asked. “Only one perp?”
“How did you get away?” Shirley asked.
Kaitlin laughed. “My kidnapper was so stupid. He ordered pizza. When the pizza arrived, he gave me money and told me to pay the pizza guy. I opened the door, paid the guy and ran home.”
“Wow,” Shirley said. “And how far was that?”
“Oh, not far. Five blocks maybe.”
“What?” both Dick and Shirley said as they jumped up. “Do you remember the address?”
“Sure. It was 711 just straight down this street.”
“What!” Shirley yelled. “He held you captive in a 7 Eleven?”
“No, you idiot,” answered Kaitlin. “Not a 7 Eleven; the street address is 711.” Kaitlin looked at her mother. “Well don’t just stand there, bitch. Get me something to eat, I’m starving.” She looked at her father. “What are you looking at? Go run my bath. That place was filthy.” The Smyths jumped and did as they were told.
Shirley started issuing orders to mobilize the other detectives and police officers. They drove down the street with sirens blaring. At the house, Shirley ordered police to cover all the exits and windows around the house. The house was a non-descript house with a for sale sign posted in the front yard. Once everyone was in place, Shirley stood behind a Swat team member with a weighted battering ram ready to smash in the door.
“Wait one,” said Dick. He turned the doorknob and the door opened. “Wasn’t locked.” Dick and Shirley rushed in with guns drawn. The house had no furniture. A noise in the kitchen drew their attention and they rushed in. In the kitchen stood one man wearing gloves and holding a squirt bottle of cleaner in one hand. “Freeze!” Dick yelled.
“Whoa, Whoa,” the man yelled, dropping the squirt bottle. “I’m not armed. What’s this all about?”
Shirley took out her handcuffs. “You’re under arrest for the kidnapping of Kaitlin Smyth.”
“No, no,” protested the man. “It wasn’t me. I just got here a few minutes ago. It must’ve been the man who left here as I pulled up.”
Dick patted the man down. “Who are you?”
“I’m a contractor. I get hired by people to clean up after them. I remove any traces of DNA and fingerprints. I was hired by some guy to clean this place.”
Shirley holstered her weapon and put her handcuffs away. “Never heard of that type of contractor. It doesn’t sound legal.”
“No, no. It’s legit. I’m on Craig’s List. People contact me by e-mail and pay me by Pay-Pal -- mostly husbands and wives cheating on their spouses. I don’t do crime scenes. If I see blood, I’m out of there.”
Dick put his pistol away. “Okay, who hired you? Can you describe him?”
The man put his hands down. “No. I never met the guy. I just had his e-mail address, but he did pay in advance.”
END of Part Three