The Man Called Cash

She felt a thick rope being tied around her wrists. Then she was led quickly to the van and thrown roughly onto the carpeted floor in the back. The two men stepped in after her, slamming the doors shut. The driver hit the accelerator, burning rubber as they sped off. Judeth stared wide-eyed at the two men. "Who are you?" she asked. "Just call me Bob," said the man in the leisure suit. "This is Johnny. Max is our driver." "All right, Bob and Johnny," Judeth said flippantly. "Suppose you guys tell me what's happening." "Okay, sweetheart," the man called Bob replied. He spoke in a heavy Boston accent. "Put simply, Judeth Brathmeyer, you have just been kidnapped by three very dangerous and unscrupulous men. If you are a lucky little girl, your father will ball you out of this mess with a million in cool, green cash. If not… well, we'll worry about that if and when the time comes. Okay?" "No," she replied indignantly. "It's not okay! You can't do this to me!" "We seem to be doing astonishingly well up to this point, my dear girl," Bob said with a chortle ...»