Carter Roy

Their baby was in the back.

Amy peered into the back seat, and then someone shoved her down.

A hand grabbed her head and forced a wet cloth over her mouth.

As chemicals choked her, the world went dim.

When Amy regained consciousness, she felt sick, perhaps from the drugs that knocked her out.

Next to her, a woman held a basin.

Amy leaned over and vomited.

At first, she thought she'd been in an accident, but she didn't remember anything about it.

She took in her surroundings, papered walls, an enameled bed, a bathroom with a tub and toilet, nothing familiar.

The woman beside her had olive skin and black hair and a bob, also unfamiliar.

Amy managed to spit out a few words, asking the woman where she was and what had happened.

Her companion didn't answer.

Instead, she called to Steve in the other room.

A man entered, presumably Steve.

He was about 40, heavy set with thick brows and a light complexion.

Seeing them together brought it all flooding back.

The beach, the couple, the non-existent sick baby.

She'd been kidnapped.

Steve and the woman, who he called Rose, told Amy they planned to contact her mother and demand a $500,000 ransom worth about $9 million today.

Amy insisted that ransom would never come.