Horace looked at his phone with a frown, flipping back through the last few messages.
“Is that a goat? Who the hell steals a goat?” the recipient had sent.
“Time is running out.” he had sent back, going for menacing to get whoever was on the receiving end’s ass in gear.
“Sorry. Wrong number,” had finally come back, and then they must have blocked his number, because it had been thirty minutes and they hadn’t heard anything else from that number.
“Well, that didn’t exactly go as planned.”
“This here is a beautiful goat. How in the world does that person not wanna run out here and save her? Poor thing,” Jasper said, stroking the goat’s silky fur.
Horace grimaced as the kid bit down hard on Jasper’s finger. He supposed they had it coming. They had kidnapped her, after all.
“Maybe it really were a wrong number?” Horace mused. (more…)