“What is it?!” Stacie demanded, eyes on the rear-view, watching Karla.
“He got her! Oh, Lord above! He got her!”
The car behind Stacie’s honked as the light turned green and Stacie shook her head as she turned west onto State Road Fifty-four. “How? Where?” she demanded.
“By the school! At that bus depot? Must a been Marti Kohnen who called! That was Sara. She said Caleb snatched Skylar and Marti and took em away. That must a been why there was no message. Marti was trying to get help and I didn’t answer. Lord, forgive me!
“That poor baby girl is there all alone just quaking in fear. Can’t even call her daddy! He’s on a damn airplane. Damn it! I knew I shoulda run. Now the Kisors are mixed up in this. Pull over here! Quick! We gotta get to the police station for Sara. Girl’s just quaking!”
“Caleb took them?!” Suzann asked. “Damn it! Let me call Manny. Is Sara alright?”
“The police were right there when we hung up. Said she was safe behind the depot fence? Lord, Lord, Lord. What do we do? Where do we go?”
“I’m calling Manny,” Suzann said. “Stacie, you call the police and find out where they’re taking her. The hospital or which station or whatever. Oh, Karla, I’m so sorry! We’ll get her back. We will! Manny is amazing!”
Stacie slammed her turn signal down and, without checking her rear-view, swung across two lanes to the Walmart plaza. A car honked long and hard at her and she cried, “Crap. Yeah, yeah, sorry, buddy,” as she pulled into the lot.
Plucking her phone from her purse and hitting the emergency call button, an operator intoned, “Nine-one-one. What is your emergency?”
“Uh, hi. This is Stacie Shannon and my friend’s daughter and a, uh, well, another friend, an adult friend? Were just kidnapped by a man named Caleb Morse? You already have units at the scene? The little girl who called in the call, Sara Kohnen? We need to find out where she’s being taken. So, we can meet her? She’s only nine and I’m her teacher.”
“I’m sorry. We’re not allowed to give out that information.”
“Sir? You don’t understand. She’s a little girl and she’s very frightened. This Caleb Morse kidnapped Sara’s mother and her friend, Skylar. I have Skylar’s mother here and we need to get to Sara.”
“I do understand, ma’am. But, as you can imagine, it wouldn’t be safe for us to divulge this information. Criminals might use it. I’m sure you understand. Tell me your name again, please?”
“Shannon. Stacie Shannon. But, yes, yes. I understand! But we’re not criminals. I have the little girl’s mother right here. The mother of the girl who was kidnapped? She’s just frantic.”
“Yes, ma’am. Your number is 319-442-4180?”
“Okay, MS Shannon. I will pass this information on to the responding units and I’m sure they’ll be in touch as soon as they’ve contacted the girl’s parents.”
“Her mother,” Stacie said, hitting ‘mother’ hard, “is one of the victims. And her father is on an airplane, so you can’t call him.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll pass the information along. Do you know which flight? We can radio the plane.”
“Which flight? No! I don’t know which flight.”
“Ireland!” Karla yelled from the backseat. “Sara said he was flying in from Ireland!”
“Ireland,” Stacie repeated. “He’s on his way home from Ireland. And no, I don’t know which flight, which airport or any of that.”
“Do you know his name?”
“Yes! Yes, I do! Mark Kohnen. Lives in Trinity, Florida. Do you need the street address?”
“No, ma’am. We can find him.”
“Listen, is there anything you can tell me? I have a very frantic woman here. Her child has been kidnapped by a known killer.”
“Sorry, ma’am. No. What is the mother’s name and phone number? I’ll give that to the officers as well.”
“Kisor. Her name is Karla Kisor,” Stacie said into the phone before turning toward the backseat and asking, “What’s your phone?”
Karla yelled, “Two, five, six, two, six, two, one, two, four, five. And my name is Karla Morse, not just Kisor! Karla Karen Kisor Morse.”
“Yes, ma’am. Got it. Two, five, six, two, six, two, one, two, four, five. Karla Karen Kisor Morse. I’ll pass the information on. Thank you for your assistance.”
“Yeah,” Stacie replied completely deflated. “Thanks,” she said as she disconnected. “That was a complete waste of time.”
“No, it wasn’t!” Karla declared. “They got our names and numbers! I’m calling Sara. Tell her to call us soon as she knows where they’re going.”
“No need,” Suzann declared. “I got through to Manny and he just texted me. They’re taking her to Trinity Hospital. He’ll meet us there. I told you he was amazing.”