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Smith nodded and Dean and David backed away as Smith sat down on the side of the bed and removed the pillow case from her head.

“Settle down now, Shannon,” Smith said quietly. “We don’t want to harm you. Neither these men nor I is going to rape you or anything like that, so you needn’t worry about those kinds of things.”

She lay still, but fear showed in her eyes. Smith wanted her calm for what he needed from her. He sat silent for a few moments and let her settle down.

“I’m going to take the tape off your mouth, okay? But don’t yell,” he said, holding his hand just over her mouth, “If you try to yell, I will have to hurt you. Do you understand? And I really don’t want to do that.”

Shannon nodded slightly. Smith slowly removed the duct tape, trying not to harm her. She breathed deeply before speaking.

“What are you going to… do with me?”

“We have taken you for a specific purpose Shannon. A very specific purpose.”

“Money? Is it money you want?”

“ Of course, of course,” Smith answered. “It’s exactly why we chose you, Shannon. Your father has a lot of money, and we want some of it. Now if you play ball with us, and if your dad plays ball…” Smith patted her lightly on her thigh. “Well, everything will work out just fine.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means, if you do as we ask, your chances of making it out of this are a whole lot better. If you don’t help us out, well… it certainly could go much worse.”

“So this is just about money?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” Smith replied, patting her thigh again. “That’s all we’re looking for. If you’re hurt, it makes it harder for us to get paid. So, I assure you, we do not wish to harm you.”

“How will you convince him you’re not going to harm me?”

Smith smiled under his mask. The girl was smart, but what would you expect from the daughter of a lawyer — a good lawyer for that matter. “Don’t you spend time thinking about that,” Smith answered. “I don’t have to harm you to make sure your father is motivated to pay what he’s going to have to pay.”

“How?”

“Because you’re his little girl and you’re going to help us.”

The cafe manager was Mike Haines, a balding, soft-spoken man in his late twenties. He placed the original 911 call and did a good job of holding the scene, having all of the patrons and staff stay until the police arrived. Shannon Hisle had worked for him for two years and normally worked Sundays. Pulling the schedules for the past two months confirmed that she’d been schedule for every Sunday until 5:00 PM. Haines said that she liked to work the shift, which was fine by him because it usually wasn’t a busy day and he often had difficulty scheduling staff for it.

“When she got off at 5:00, was it always right at 5:00, or could it be earlier or later?” Mac asked.

“She might leave a little early on occasion, maybe at 4:45 or so, but usually she would leave right around 5:00 PM.”

“What does she have to do when it’s time to leave?” Lich followed up. Haines ran a hand over his balding head.

“Close out her tables, which are usually just three or four at that point. Make sure her transactions balance, tip the bartender, and that’s pretty much it,” Haines explained.

“How long would it take her to do all that?” Mac asked.

“On a Sunday, not long. Five, ten minutes tops.”

“Where does she do that, settle up?”

If we’re busy, it would usually be in my office in the back. But on Sundays we’re a little more informal, and I don’t mind if they sit at the bar and drink a soda while they’re doing it. Most of our wait staff does that, and Shannon did it this afternoon.”

“So what happens is, she sits at the bar, closes everything out, and that’s it?” Mac said, moving toward the bar.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Haines replied.

Mac sat on the bar stool, his back to the bar, looking out over the restaurant. He looked to his right, where a small hallway led to the back door, the patio, and then the parking lot where Hisle was abducted. He looked back out into the restaurant, where there were sixteen tables in four rows. To Mac’s left a row of tables sat along the front windows of the restaurant. There were two rows down the center and then a row along the wall to his right. He looked at the back door again.

“How many people in the restaurant about the time Hisle left?” Mac asked.

Haines tilted his head, squinted, and pondered for a minute, “I’d say we had maybe four or five tables going at that point.”

“How about in the half hour before she left?”

“Give me a minute,” Haines said. “I can go through the receipts and get a count.”

“What are you thinking?” Riles asked after Haines walked off for the receipts.

“They had someone on the inside.”

“How do you figure?” Rock asked, puzzled.

“She leaves at 5:00 PM or thereabouts on Sundays, right?”

“Yeah, that gives them a time to be ready.”

“Fine,” Mac replied, “But let’s assume for a second that our guy is waiting behind that truck for Shannon to leave. He can’t just sit there for five or ten minutes with a mask on and not risk drawing some attention.”

Riley picked up on the thread.

“So they know when she’s generally going to leave, but they need to know when she’s heading out so as to be ready.”

“Right,” Mac said. “Somebody sits in here, eyes the situation, and calls out when she’s getting ready to go.”

“And this person knows when Shannon is getting ready to go, since she sits up at the bar, having a soda and closing out her tables,” Rock added.

“Probably because the inside person has been in here on Sundays, watching the pattern and knew when she was getting ready to roll,” Mac finished.

Just then, Haines came back.

“In the half hour before Shannon left we had eight tables active.”

“How many closed out between 4:30 and 5:00 PM? Lich asked.

Haines reviewed them quickly, “I have four closing out in that time period.”

“Which is the latest?”

Haines flipped through the four that closed, looking for the time along the top of the white receipt, “Last one was at 4:52 PM. Shannon closed it out.”

“How’d the person pay?” Riley asked before the others could spit it out, all thinking the same thing and knowing the answer.

“Cash.”

Not a surprise. A credit card would have made it easier, Mac thought.

“How much was the tab?”

“$18.76,” Haines replied. “A few iced teas and a sandwich.”

“Which table?” Mac asked.

“Four.”

“Where’s that?”

“Over by the front door.”

They all walked over to the table. It was empty, except for the ceramic sugar holder and the glass salt and pepper shakers in the middle. Mac stood on the side that backed up to the front door. He could take in the entire restaurant, including the bar and the hallway to the back door.

“Mr. Haines, do you recall who was sitting here?”

“Vaguely. Black hair, flowery blouse. She was here for a while, reading a book.”

“Was she ever on a cell phone?”

“I think she was from time to time.”

“Have you seen her in here before?”

“Yeah, a few times.”

“Over the years? Last couple of months? What?” Mac asked.