“She’ll come,” a distinctly male voice said, eagerly pacing.

“I hope you’re right or else all this was in vain,” another male voice replied.

“But we can always collect on the million dollar price tag on the kid’s head,” the first male said.

“Leave my son out of this!” a female voice yelled frantically. It had to be his mother.

Suddenly, a loud thud hit against flesh as Zac’s mother gasped.

“How dare you!” his mother yelled ...