Wednesday 19 May 2021

Your Midweek Update for 05/19/21

I know that my life reads like a work of fiction but it is very real. And though I seem to dodge a lot of consequences, I can’t escape them all. I have also prided myself on being the most dangerous person in any room – baring my sister who, at times, scares even me.

When I met Casey’s mother, I was terrified of her. She was violent and unpredictable and had no qualms about hurting her own daughter to get her way. We know how I feel about parents who betray their children.

I spent days on the phone between my husband and my sister, trying to find a way to bring Casey home to us. Involving authorities was out of the question – though the query was posed about how we would explain Casey’s return once we got her back. We’re burning that bridge when we get to it.

We realized some sort of heist would need to take place, or else we had to lure the woman away from the house so someone could extract Casey from where she was being held prisoner. The latter would be difficult on a good day, let alone one where the woman was holding a child hostage. Getting her to walk out of her house for more than the mail would be nearly impossible.

The thought did cross my mind that we were going to have to “Ocean’s Eleven” this thing – or… “Ocean’s Three”, actually – but like I said: our lives are not fictional. It was, however, accurate to say that the three of us discussed how to break into a highly secured home and take a child. Presumably in the middle of the night considering Pandemic-times means there are way more eyes watching during the day. It’s annoying, really. Used to be, I could stuff a body into my trunk in the middle of the day without anyone noticing.

Stupid nosey neighbours.

The trouble is: we’re now in an unknown city – they drove up over the weekend – with no allies, few resources, and only my vague memory of the layout of her house, to figure out how we’re going to make some sort of daring rescue without being arrested for trespassing.

It has been an exhausting few days. We hooked up some surveillance equipment near all outer doors to we could monitor her comings and goings. So far, there isn’t a distinct pattern but it’s only been a few days. We’re also keeping an eye on her neighbours to see if she’s close to anyone or if there are any areas of concern. So far, they seem to be the quiet, rich type of people, which could be an asset but it could also be a deterrent. Rich people love their privacy and they hate strangers, which could mean that they won’t care what’s going on next door unless it involves them personally, but if they notice three people they don’t know hanging around their property, they’re going to call the police.

A daylight robbery may actually be our best option – despite my fears about additional eyes on the street. We just don’t know enough about the house or the area to make an attempt. I hate the thought of her being in there with that woman, but I can stomach the thought of losing her completely even less.

Casey is strong. And maybe she’ll escape and murder her mother before we even have a chance to rescue her. And I hate waiting – especially when I know what’s going on in there. I don’t believe that woman will kill her daughter unless she deems it somehow necessary. If we can do this without letting her know that her life is in danger, Casey stands a better chance.

Even as I type this, I understand how ridiculous it all seems. I’ve thought about just walking up to her front door and stabbing her in the gut. Who knows: maybe I’ll lose my patience and do that anyways. But the quieter we are, the safer we all will be. Because it’s not just about getting Casey out of that nightmare, it’s protecting myself and my whole family. Getting all of us home safely.

If we have to do it the hard way, then we’ll do it the hard way.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

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