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out the door. And
then I saw him swing at the guy with the beard. It looked like the guy had
stepped up to speak with Micah.  I wasn’t sure. Should I go and help
Micah?
    Then
Micah hit him again.
    Walking
backwards, I saw the bearded guy’s head snap back as it met with Micah’s fist.
Bearded guy regained his footing and swung on Micah. I screamed but Micah
ducked and bearded guy’s fist missed hitting him.
    Coming
back up, he turned to me and yelled, “Ma! Run!” So I tried.
     I
turned and ran smack dab into the hard, rather large chest of Car Guy. I bumped
into him and bounced off his chest. I whipped around to run away from and saw
the third guy coming toward me.
    “Oh
my God.” I whispered. I didn’t know how to get away. No place to go. So I
screamed. “Aaauuuu!”
    Somebody
had to notice us.
    Surely
somebody would try to come and help.
    “Dr.
Dickerson,” Car Guy said. “Don’t scream. Please.”
    So
I screamed again.
    He
grabbed my arms to steady me. “You need to come with us.”
    I
looked around wildly, wiggling trying to break free I elbowed him. It was a
pitiful attempt at self-preservation because there was no way I could have
caused any injury to that guy.
    Bulky
guy had reached us by then and had opened the car door and nudged me inside. He
stood guard to make sure I didn’t get out until Car Guy went around and got
back in the SUV. Then Bearded Guy pulled down the seat belt and handed it to
the driver who buckled me in.
    Safety
conscious kidnappers. Go figure.
    I
looked in Car Guy’s face as he buckled himself in. “Are you going to kill me?”
    He
pulled down on the gear stick, turned around in his seat to back out and said,
“Not if I don’t have to.”
    What was that supposed to mean?
    I
decided no more screaming.
    I
turned to look out of the window, and there was Micah still fighting. He swept
his leg under Bearded Guy causing him to fall just as the other kidnapper
arrived back over. The driver backed up, jerked the car into gear and I heard
the tires squeal as he pulled off.
    As
many times as I had thought about what I’d do if someone ever tried to abduct
me, I had never pictured myself going down without a fight, sitting quietly,
all buckled in.
    “Omigoodness.”
I let my head drop back on the headrest.
    The
driver looked over at me and said with a chuckle, “I hope that guy you were
with don’t hurt my guys too badly.”
     I
looked over my shoulder out of the window and saw my son throw a right hook
across Bulky Guy’s jaw, which knocked him to his knees. Micah turned and
started toward the car. I saw the determination in his face as he came running
after me. And over the loud thumping of my heart I could hear him shouting,
calling out my name.
    “Ma!
Maaaaa!”

Chapter Nine
    Cairo, Egypt
     
    Two
weeks ago, to gain access to the apartment where he was camped out, Castor had
set a fire to run the family who had lived in it for the past five years out.
They had lost everything but their lives that day.
    He
had been feeling generous.
    He
had approached the building management pretending to be the contractor called
to remodel the suite. That too took a little finagling, but he needed to be
able to have full, and sole, access to the space. He was adept in persuading
people to go along with what he needed. A trait he prided himself on. Once he
got access, he set up his command station and the first thing he did was put up
a wall clock. One that had a second hand that he could hear as the time ticked
away. He led a measured life. Hearing the ticking of the clock gave him an
audible pulse. A soundtrack to the assassination.
    It
was getting close to five o’clock. Close to end of the business day.
    Close
to the end of her life.
    He
would be glad to kill her. To finally pull that trigger, spill some blood and
release some of this anxiety he felt. To be at the whim of an ambitious,
self-centered, mad scientist had set off a low, constant drumming in his
temple. A kill, he felt,