9:00:07 PM

Dr. Reeves was at his desk when he heard a noise downstairs. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a gun. He walked to the closet and popped a loaded clip into the gun.

He slowly walked downstairs, leaving his sleeping wife in bed (he snuck sleeping pills into her Vodka tonic an hour ago, so he wouldn’t have to watch her suffer).

When he got to the front door, he saw it. Someone had slipped it under the door. He knew what it was before he opened it.

A ransom note.

WE have Your SON ! We know EXACTLY how much $ is in your 7 BANK ACCOUNTS and what STOCKS you hold at this very moment. It will take EVERY penny to SAVE your son.

UNMARKED bills. Bring the $ to MISSION BEACH at precisely 10:00 AM. NO POLICE . NO TRICKS . OR your SON eats it!

They attached a photo of Jason, arms tied behind his back, a bag over his head. Just in case he didn’t get the point, they attached another photo. Of Jason smiling stupidly as a masked assailant held a gun to the back of his head.

“Damn it!” he said.