The Hostage

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Eileen walked into her house, worn out and overwhelmed from the events of the day. She opened the door to find Samson at the computer desk as usual. The only thing different is that there was another man that was sitting beside him. 

"Raymond?" Eileen asked curiously as she saw the familiar grizzly bear bodied man stand up.

"Samson told me about your little dilemma. Seems like quite a game you're in." Raymond greeted her as he hugged her before he sat down again.

"So you know how to hack into phones and all?" Eileen asked curiously before she heard a beep on her phone. She looked down to see it was from Angelo.

"Hostage or Captor?" Samson asked curiously as he looked up from the computer monitor.

"Hostage." Eileen responded before she checked the message.

'I have taken this picture. It is from outside my window. Please find me, I feel so abandoned and scared. This place is creepy.' Angelo messaged. Underneath it was a picture of what appeared to be an old well with a pile of logs next to it. Near it was an old car.

"To answer your question before you got that message I tried several times however no matter how good of a hacking app there is there isn't a way I could hack. Most likely the phone's owner is in a place out of range of many signals or turns it off after use quite quickly." Raymond spoke before Eileen showed them the photo.

"Can we find him using this picture?" Eileen asked curiously

"From picture alone I don't know. The car looks old though and the plate number looks a bit worn but maybe just maybe I can figure out who owned it last." Raymond explained before he took to the computers whilst Samson dragged Eileen out of the room.

"I can explain..." Samson started noticing Eileen was starting to get a bit agitated at the fact Raymond has now become involved. 

"I hope so. I need real help Samson like help on many levels. I'm risking my job and alliance with the police as well as my own personal life. I know it is affecting you too but please can you contact me next time  you involve someone in my personal dilemmas?" Eileen told him frustrated as she sat down in the chair and sighed heavily before asking "What can Raymond do anyways? He has no job so how did he get such equipment? I told you not to be his bank as we are already starting to save money! You can't throw money around like leaves."

"Raymond , next to me, knows how to hack. He also has links to people that work in security and they have links to military. Trust me he can help. When I told him he straight up said he would help. Let's face it we're slightly back at square one and for all we know the captor is most likely Jean Sumile. That is, if she really did leave her home." Samson spoke before adding "We can't do this alone. We need help."

Eileen fell silent. She knew Samson was right but to have someone else share her original troubles was getting too close for comfort, especially since Raymond was more Samson's friend than her own. Not knowing how else to respond she nodded and sat down.

"Well, what's the case? What do you think?" Eileen asked Raymond as she saw Raymond flicking between numerous tabs on the computer. 

"Well it definitely is an old car, not something you see very often. I've seen similar that are around ten years old, maybe older." Raymond spoke before adding "And as for registration I've sent the information to a contact in case they can find out who it is that own it...or who owned it last."

"Okay so how long should it take?" Eileen asked Raymond.

"No more than a day. Less than that depending on how busy my contact is. He is a policeman after all." Raymond spoke before adding "and he seems to be busy on cases similar to yours."