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[pensive music playing]

So you want me to start from when he put me in the trunk of the car?

[crickets chirping]

[car door slams]

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

[thrilling music playing]

With the trunk shut, I'm completely in the dark.

I have these tight, blacked-out swim goggles on.

[breathing heavily]

My hands are tied behind my back, and I'm drugged.

{an8}I start to hyperventilate. I'm trying not to panic.

[breathing heavily]

Are they going to rape me? Torture me?

I'm absolutely terrified.

[thrilling music continues]

[dog barking in distance]

He opens the trunk, and he grabs my shoulder and says,

"Do not speak. Do not scream."

"You're gonna make this a lot harder on yourself."

[train horn sounding]

He puts me in the trunk of this new car.

[breathing heavily]

- [car door closes] - [engine revving]

It was this deep rev of an engine that reminded me of a Mustang.

[engine revving]

- [breathing heavily] - I'm imagining that we're on a freeway.

I'm trying to pay attention,

counting the corners and the turns.

But the effects of the sedatives are really starting to kick in.

[man on radio] It's another beautiful morning...

[Denise] And I can just picture, you know, people commuting to work.

[man] ...travel coming up right after this.

I mean, the last thing that I think anyone would imagine

is that that car that just drove by has...

has got a woman blindfolded and stuffed in the back.

[thrilling music continues]

[music fades]

[dramatic music plays]

[breathing heavily]

[car engine turns off]

[car door opens]

[trunk opens]

Even though I'm still wearing the goggles,

I can tell we're in broad daylight.

And I'm wondering where the hell could we be now

where no one... no one could see this?

[birds cawing, chirping]

I can smell pine trees.

It's quiet.

I'm picturing a remote lot of land in the woods.

But then he just grabs my feet

and just drags me from light to dark.

[suspenseful music playing]

[footsteps treading]

It feels like I'm lying on a cold concrete floor.

[door creaks open]

He tells me, "I have to finish getting ready."

And I'm just thinking,

"Ready for what?"

[scrubbing]

And so I could hear him scrubbing.

[duct tape ripping]

I can hear what sounds like duct tape,

and every horror film I've seen just kind of flashes in my mind.

And so I'm terrified that that's how it's gonna end for me and that's what...

[exhales]

That's what my last moments on this Earth are gonna be like.

[breathing heavily]

He guides me into this house.

I think I felt carpet initially, and then tile under my feet.

I'm just shaking with fear and holding my breath.

[suspenseful music continues]

He moves me to a bed.

And I feel him sit down next to me.

And he says,

"This wasn't meant for you."

"This was meant for Aaron's ex, Andrea."

And I think, "What the fuck?"

"This is about her?"

[breathing heavily]

And he goes on to tell me

that he's part of this black market company

that kidnap people for money.

[continues breathing heavily]

He tells me that Aaron's been given instructions of what to do.

"The plan is to release you in 48 hours."

As much as I want to believe he really will release me,

the reality is that I'm isolated. I'm alone. I'm drugged.

Next time he comes in, that could be it.

And that's the final thought I have before I pass out.

[music ends abruptly]

[birds chirping]

I know I've been asleep for a few hours because...

when I wake up, even though I'm still wearing the goggles,

I can tell that the... the light has shifted.

[pop music playing]

It sounds like he's in the next room, the wall behind.

And I notice that there's, like, French pop music that's playing.

[French pop song playing]

The weirdest part about the music he was playing was that I liked it.

There's something that normalizes him.

He takes me on these routine bathroom breaks...

[knocking]

...where he guides my hand,

and he tells me things like how he's struggled with insomnia and PTSD,

that he was in the military.

He just seemed human and thoughtful and polite.

[French pop song continues]

And so as this first day goes on,

I'm thinking maybe I just need to stay calm

and that I'll be released and that this... this will all be over.

[pop song continues]

[song stops]

[footsteps approaching]

[knocking on door]

- But then... - [door unlocks, opens]

There's this...

[clicks tongue]...heaviness...

[footsteps treading]

...and hesitation in his steps.

And he says,

"We have a problem."

[brooding music playing]

"We don't have any collateral

to ensure that you won't speak to the police."

"So one of us is gonna have to have sex with you."

[breathing heavily]

"And it's gonna be recorded."

"And that way, if we think that you're going to speak to police,

that we can release it on the internet."

[beeps]

And I just feel like I've been punched in the face.

[beeps]

Almost just pulled out of myself.

And then he says,

"It's actually me who's going to have to have sex with you."

"I want you to know I'm gonna be gentle."

[inhales deeply]

And then he just climbs on top of me and...

[inhales deeply]

Starts kissing me and... [exhales]

You know, every instinct I have in that moment is to kick and scream and...

do anything to push him off me and protect myself

or say what I want to say.

[exhales]

But I know it's just gonna make things worse.

It could make things more violent, and I just want

it to end and be done and...

just move on to the next...

Just move on to the next thing, you know.

When you hear people describe,

uh, an out-of-body experience,

I think it's hard to know

until you really experience it. Uh...

You know, like, completely detached from myself,

just watching this all happen and it just...

[sighs]...just my heart breaks for that woman.

You know, it's...

I want to help her, but I can't.

[somber music playing]

[whimpers, sniffles]

When he's finished and he takes me into the bathroom,

and this time when he leaves,

he tells me that from now on,

I'm allowed to take the goggles off when he's not in the room with me and...

it just feels like he's conditioning me.

These are rewards because I was a good girl.

And I...

pull those suctioned goggles off of my eyes

for the first time in over half a day.

Then I look in the mirror and I'm just so detached.

Like, I don't...

I don't know who that is in front of me. You know, I just see...

[sniffles]

[shower running]

But I take a shower, and I just kind of curl up

in a ball with the water beating over me.

The water's just going down

and just feels like every little bit of hope

is going down with it.

[upbeat pop music playing]

[vacuum whirring]

The next morning,

I hear him in the next room cleaning.

[pop music continues playing]

During the home invasion,

he said it was just a robbery, and it ended up being a kidnapping.

When I got to the house, he says he's not going to dehumanize me,

but then he still raped me.

So how can I possibly trust that he's not gonna kill me?

You know, you hear about things like this on the news,

and it never turns out well.

But now that I don't have the goggles on,

I try to figure out a way to escape.

But the windows have been barricaded, and the door is locked up.

I scan the room and just see what... what options I have

as far as a weapon, and...

[pop music continues faintly]

There's nothing I can use.

[pop music continues playing]

[knock on door]

Then he comes in and tells me

we've lost contact with Aaron.

[Aaron laughs]

[tense music playing]

[Denise] My fear just spikes,

and I am just terrified that something bad happened to him.

He says, "My associates are on their way."

"I have to give you another dose of the sedative. It's protocol."

"When they do come, it's best if you don't engage with them

and just pretend to be asleep."

"They're not as nice as me."

[car approaching]

I hear a car approaching the house.

[car engine whirring]

I don't know how big the organization is. I don't know who's involved or why.

[indistinct chatter]

I hear them talking.

And it does feel strained.

Heated, almost. [exhales]

- [footsteps approaching] - [door unlocks]

[ominous music plays]

[footsteps treading]

I'm terrified. I'm shivering.

[footsteps treading]

[door opens]

[door closes]

- [footsteps crunching gravel] - [sighs]

- [car door opens, closes] - [Denise breathes deeply]

[car engine starts]

[car pulling away]

[door opens, closes]

[Denise] And then he comes in and he says,

"It's been decided. We're going to need to record a proof of life."

[pensive music playing]

"What we're gonna do is have you say your name."

- And I say, "I am Denise Huskins." - [recording plays] ...Huskins.

- I'm kidnapped. Otherwise, I'm fine. - "I'm kidnapped. Otherwise, I'm fine."

[inhales deeply]

"And then you'll need to give a current event."

[over recording] Earlier today there was a plane crash in the Alps.

The sedatives that he gave me were just really strong,

and I'm having the hardest time just...

holding myself upright.

[over recording] My first concert was Blink 182.

But I'm hopeful that this is some strange task or procedure or...

a... a ransom that he's asking of Aaron,

and that as soon as that's complete, then this all can just be over.

[pensive music playing]

[camera beeps]

But when he finished recording,

he tells me that his associates have another demand.

He says the footage from yesterday isn't good enough.

[clicks tongue]

"We'll have to record us having sex again."

"This time, it needs to look consensual."

"It needs to look like

we're in a relationship, that we've been having an affair."

[sighs]

I'm trying to figure out exactly what that means,

but it does seem like...

this time I'm no longer gonna be able just to be detached and separate from it.

That this time I'm gonna have to be present and perform,

and I just don't know how...

how the hell I'm gonna do it. Just...

[pensive music continues]

He leaves. And I pull up the blindfold, and I see two full glasses of wine

and a couple of small bottles of booze.

What the fuck does he think this is?

A date?

I chug the bottles of booze and one glass of wine.

[knock on door]

And he knocks, and I put the blindfold back on,

and he kind of makes a joke like,

"Oh. You started without me."

Yeah, I started without you.

I'm gonna do whatever I can

to numb myself

and just get this fucking over with.

[footsteps treading]

He tells me he's figured out that if he just tapes my eyes shut,

I'll just look like my eyes are closed.

I just... I tell myself, "You're not gonna break me."

"You're not gonna see me crumble

and cower."

"So yeah. Let's just fucking get this over with."

[music intensifies and fades]

{an8}["L'amour Fou" by Léo Ferré playing]

[knock on door]

A knock wakes me up in the night.

[door opens]

["L'amour Fou" continues playing]

And then he says, "I want to show you something."

And...

[breathes deeply]

I lift up the goggles just enough to see...

If she sees this, I want her to know that

the family is... is there.

We're...

We love her.

And we're not giving up.

Sh... She's my hero. I mean, she's my little girl.

[breathing shakily]

[somber music playing]

That's the first time I really...

really break down.

He puts his hand on my back

to console me.

And says, "It must feel real now."

And I just keep sobbing.

In some ways, it feels like this whole thing

is a long game of trying to break me.

And I just think, "Fuck you."

- [pensive music playing] - [footsteps treading]

But that's when he tells me...

it's time...

to go home.

[thrilling music playing]

He places me in the car,

gives me the dose of the sedative.

He says, "I'm not gonna be able to drop you off in the Bay Area."

"There's just too many police looking for you there."

"So, I'm taking you directly to your family

in Huntington Beach."

[engine revving]

[car approaching]

The next thing I know, he's shaking me awake.

I'm sitting in the front seat,

my eyes are taped shut, and I'm wearing sunglasses.

I could just peek out through the tape

and see the white... the exterior of the car.

He says to me,

[sighs] "Because Aaron went to the police,

you will have to speak to them at some point."

[inhales deeply]

"But there are two things that you cannot say to them."

"One is that any one of us was in the military."

"And the second, and even more important, is you cannot say that we had sex."

"We will always be watching you."

"So if we find out that you said anything,

it's not just you, but it's your family we can come after."

[car door opens]

- [car door closes] - He helps me out.

[sighs]

And he tells me to count to ten when I hear the car start to drive off.

[car engine starts, revs]

[car pulling away]

[Denise breathing deeply]

And I count slowly.

And I take a few breaths to make sure that he's definitely gone.

[hopeful music playing]

I feel it's finally safe to peel the tape off of my eyes.

[hopeful music continues]

For the first time in 48 hours, I'm no longer in captivity.

And as I start to walk

between these two apartment buildings, I notice this...

bush full of blooms of purple morning glories.

[birds chirping]

And it all feels too surreal to even...

know how to take in.

[hopeful music continues]

And then I look to my right.

I see the sign Utica.

It's a street that I've walked down

hundreds of times in my life.

[dog barking in distance]

[speaking indistinctly]

[Denise] I have a flood of memories of my childhood.

I'm home.

[breathing shakily]

[music fades]

[birds chirping]

[gentle music playing]

[line ringing]

[operator] Emergency.

[Mike on phone] I just got a... a message on my phone from her. It's definitely her.

[Denise] So I get to my dad's house.

He's not home.

And a neighbor says,

"Oh my God. Are you okay? What can I do? How can I help?"

So I go inside to her apartment.

Officers walk in.

I look over and I notice that one of them is holding a recording device.

- [helicopter hovering] - [indistinct chatter]

I'm hearing helicopters.

The media is collecting outside.

[officer] We're here. Everybody's gonna take care of you.

Obviously, we're gonna have to ask you a whole bunch of questions.

[Denise] Do I have to talk right now? 'Cause I'm really scared.

I'm worried, but I tell them about the home invasion,

the days in captivity, the group.

And then he asked me...

[officer] Were you sexually assaulted or anything like that during this?

I don't want to lie,

but I also feel like there's a gun pointing at me,

and there's a gun pointing at my family and I can't...

I wouldn't be able to live with myself to know that I did something

that would cause them to be killed.

And I immediately say...

[over recording] No.

[officer] They didn't touch you or do anything against your will?

[Denise] No.

[officer] Do you think there's a chance this could happen again to you?

[Denise] Yeah, if...

if I talk too much, yeah.

- [helicopter hovering] - [police siren wailing]

The detective says that he has a Vallejo detective on the phone,

and they're offering you a proffer agreement,

and he's like "Well, it's basically, like, immunity."

My initial response is...

[exhales sharply]

"Immunity from what?"

- [reporters clamoring] - [cameras clicking]

I just felt really lost and confused.

I feel like I need guidance.

I realized that I needed an attorney to help me figure out what to do.

[pensive music playing]

I get a hold of Doug Rappaport.

He's a lawyer based out of San Francisco.

{an8}She said, "I'm down here. The police think that I'm a suspect."

[Denise] He tells me, "You've already given a statement to them."

"You shouldn't give them more statements,

'cause if you make any contradicting statements,

they will use that against you."

She said, "Okay."

"Um, I'm going to follow your directions. What are they?"

He's like, "Look, you just need to get up here as soon as possible."

"Get on the next plane if you can. The clock is ticking."

[cameras clicking]

[reporter] Who kidnapped her? Was there a ransom paid?

And why exactly did any of this happen?

{an8}We are still waiting for some of those answers as well.

[Denise] And as we're driving off, someone's taking pictures,

and that's when it really hits me how public this is.

I, in no way, was prepared for the media storm.

[Kenny] Ms. Huskins has plundered valuable resources away from our community

while instilling fear amongst our community members.

{an8}[reporter 2] When Denise Huskins turned up this morning,

{an8}she initially agreed to talk to investigators.

{an8}But when it came time to get back up to Vallejo, she clammed up.

{an8}[newsreader] According to police, Huskins hired an attorney

{an8}and is hiding out in an undisclosed location.

{an8}[Aaron] The media just keeps perpetuating this story.

{an8}And any channel I turn to, anywhere I look, it says,

{an8}"Denise is a hoaxer."

{an8}Police now wondering, is Huskins a real-life Gone Girl?

[Aaron] But it doesn't make any sense.

Denise is the most honest person I've ever met.

[contemplative music playing]

I don't know where she is.

I don't know what she's going through.

I just want to see her.

[Doug] That night, Denise gets to my offices.

[Denise] He's all business. He asked me to sit down in front of him.

I tell Denise, "While you were flying up here,

the Vallejo police department has basically thrown you under the bus."

If we feel that there is sufficient evidence to move forward,

we will be requesting criminal charges.

[dramatic music playing]

[Denise] First, I'm a little stunned.

For the last 48 hours, I had been living moment to moment

trying to survive.

The last fucking thing that you're thinking about

is if I do survive,

I really got to make sure that all of this is believable.

[pensive music playing]

I tell Doug everything.

The kidnapping, the home invasion, the rapes.

We've gone over the story three, four times.

And I say to Denise, "I absolutely believe you."

"But if we're going to catch the perpetrator of this crime,

we need to get you to a SART exam."

"That's a sexual assault exam

where the Vallejo police will collect forensic evidence."

It's really essential that we do it as soon as possible.

I tell him that I'm terrified to speak to the police

about the sexual assaults

because of the threats that were made against me and my family.

And he says,

"Don't let the kidnappers have power over you."

"That's what people like this do."

"They wanna have power and control over someone for their life."

And I say, "Okay, I'll do it."

[line ringing]

[Doug] And so I called the Vallejo Police Department.

[line continues ringing]

And I said, "We need to get a sexual assault exam ASAP."

And his response to me was,

"We want her to come in and give us a statement,

and then we'll give her that exam."

It just all seemed so...

backwards and so...

demeaning.

But I want them to catch these guys.

So I just say, "Okay."

"I'll speak to them, and I'll tell them everything."

{an8}[dramatic music playing]

{an8}[reporter] New information on a strange story involving a Vallejo woman.

{an8}Denise Huskins, the alleged victim,

{an8}is inside Vallejo Police Headquarters as we speak.

{an8}Thursday morning we learn that Denise has showed up

{an8}at Vallejo police with her lawyer.

Maybe she's going to confess. Maybe she's going to be arrested.

We're just waiting to see where the story goes.

We're taken into what seems like an interrogation room.

I'm gonna need one more chair.

One more?

[Denise] There's an FBI agent with us.

He introduces himself as Special Agent David Sesma.

{an8}- This is David Sesma. - [David] Hi. I'm with the FBI.

{an8}- Doug Rappaport. - [David] Nice to meet you.

{an8}[Denise] And this officer sits down in front of me,

{an8}and he introduces himself as Detective Mustard.

Our goal when this thing started was to see you come home safe.

And, um, I'm glad that you survived, um, this incident,

and, ultimately, what we're chasing is the truth.

[Denise] They just held a press conference last night saying that I'm lying.

And so, I'm immediately just kind of on guard.

But at the same time...

[breathes deeply] ...I know that I desperately...

want to show them the truth.

And show them that they can believe me.

[Mustard] I'd like you, um, to start...

So he starts off by asking me questions about me and Aaron and our relationship.

He... [sighs]

...asks me to go through each detail of the home invasion.

I woke up to a flashing light, kind of like a strobe light.

There's the red laser pointer,

and the recording was this calm music.

I tell them that the man who held me captive is lean,

and that I think he's tall, maybe... maybe six foot.

He was a war vet. He has PTSD. He has insomnia.

You know, there's somewhat of a physical description

that they can at least begin to go by.

I remember going right and then left.

I tried to give them every possible detail of where I was located,

how long the drives were.

Surely they're right now checking all the surveillance footage

of the surrounding area to find this person.

[exhales]

And we start to go through the details of the rapes.

He says that, "I am to videotape having sex with you."

"And this videotape is to prevent you from going to the police."

I go through one disgusting, humiliating detail after the other

and pull myself back into that place

that I was trying so desperately to detach from at the time.

[exhales]

Um...

I'm sitting with my head in my hands, as if I'm still blindfolded,

and I'm trying to give him every... everything I've got.

He said we had to do it again.

It had to be believable, like we were a couple.

And I played along

'cause I didn't know what else to do.

And I didn't want to do it again.

[sobs softly]

[sobbing]

[Doug] She's holding up. She's doing her duty.

She's doing the right thing

despite how incredibly difficult this is.

And they seemingly are believing her.

Until they start asking her questions like...

Have you ever been in the trunk of that car before?

Uh, n... no.

"Did you fight back? Why didn't you fight back?"

"Did you scream? Why didn't you scream?"

- [David] Did you make any noise? - Uh, no. I was woken from a dead sleep.

And I realize

they're... they're looking at her like she's a piece of trash.

Like she's a criminal.

Let's take a few minutes, all right?

- [door creaks open] - [Mustard clears throat]

[Doug] All right, just hang in there, okay? You're doing great.

[woman] I get a call from Doug Rappaport,

{an8}and he tells me that Denise and Aaron should not talk

until the interrogations are over,

but we share some information.

Amy tells me everything Denise is telling the police matches what I told them.

So this is good news.

And then...

She says that, uh...

Denise is going to go to the hospital for...

a sexual assault exam.

Uh, because she had been raped.

[breathing heavily]

Fuck.

[brooding music playing]

[Denise] I'm taken into a treatment room for the SART exam.

They note that there's these little micro lesions inside my cervix

that indicate that there was sexual intercourse in the last two days.

Now, there's actual physical evidence to prove that this really happened.

Surely they'll see that I'm telling the truth.

[Doug] The next day, we are escorted into another interrogation room.

There... There's no compassion whatsoever.

They are... They are all business.

And I'm thinking to myself that something is wrong.

{an8}[brooding music continues]

{an8}[Denise] The FBI agent, David Sesma, says...

[smacks lips]

"You know, there's a lot of inconsistencies with your story."

[inhales deeply]

"Is there anything that you want to change?"

[tense music playing]

"I want you to know

that it's a federal crime to lie to a federal agent."

And I'm just sitting there, like...

[exhales sharply]

Like a bomb went off, and my ears are ringing,

and I'm just kind of in shell shock.

I didn't just make all this stuff up.

The nurses said there's actual physical evidence

corroborating what I had just told the police.

[Doug] And so I pull them aside and say,

"There has not been one discrepancy in her story."

"How can you possibly believe she's lying?"

And he says to me...

"Haven't you seen the movie Gone Girl?"

[dramatic music plays]

How could this person who's charged with investigating crime

think that this is like a Ben Affleck movie?

That's Hollywood. This is real life.

He is so sure that he is right.

It's called confirmation bias.

Do they really think all of this is an act, this whole thing?

And why? What do I have to gain?

What...

[spluttering]

What's the point?

[Doug] What Denise is facing

is prosecution for lying to a federal law enforcement officer.

She's looking at being sentenced somewhere between

a year and 18 months in federal prison.

She is facing a lifetime of not being believed,

of betraying people's trust.

Her life is basically destroyed.

Those two days of captivity, all I wanted was to return to my life.

All that got me through it was the thought of my future.

And now that's all taken away.

[music intensifies, ends]

[seagulls cawing]

[Aaron] After Denise is back with her family,

she says she wants to see me.

[gentle music playing]

So I tell her I'll be there as soon as I can.

[sighs]

You know, for days in captivity, what grounded me was...

was the thought of reuniting with him.

Even though I knew that Aaron had been trying to pursue things with his ex,

the night of the home invasion, he told me that he loved me

and that he really wanted to try to work things out with me.

He told me about the work that he was doing in therapy,

and it did feel like the ghost of... of his relationship

and of his ex was finally lifted.

We could finally start fresh.

[gentle music continues]

But after everything I've been through...

[sighs] I'm afraid that he'll see me differently.

And then she opens the door... [sighs]

And then Denise just... [exhales]

...starts crying and crying saying, "I didn't want to."

[inhales sharply] She said, "I didn't want to."

[clicks tongue] "They made me do it. They made me do it."

I just hold her. I'm like, "I know. I know they did."

I tell him, you know, "I..."

[breathes deeply]

"I don't want something like this...

[breathes deeply]

...to be a reason why you stay with me if you don't really want to be with me."

And he kind of reassures me,

"No, no, no. Like, I love you. I... I absolutely..."

[breathes deeply]

"I wanna be with you."

[inhales deeply]

So then I tell Denise I'm gonna do everything I can. I'll...

I'll support us. [exhales]

I'll take care of her if she lets me.

[smacks lips]

I never want to leave her.

[gentle music playing]

But I'm afraid.

Because I know the kidnappers are still out there.

The police aren't looking for them.

And maybe they'll want to come back.

There's no one protecting us.

[contemplative music playing]

[birds chirping]

[Henry] As far as the media is concerned, this story is done.

Seems like case closed.

Now, the only question is, are the couple going to be charged?

[menacing music playing]

But then I get an email notification.

No idea who it's from.

[menacing music continues]

Is this a confession? They're actually telling me that they kidnapped Denise?

They talked about breaking and entering on Mare Island.

There's photos of what looks like a gun with a flashlight duct taped to it.

Here is Denise's apparent kidnapper,

angry that she's being branded a liar,

essentially confessing to the crime and saying, "You need to believe Denise."

It's just stranger and stranger.

So I send these emails to Vallejo police asking them, "Hey, what should I do?"

Never heard back from them. Black hole.

[Doug] I get a call from Amy.

She's just received emails from the kidnapper

that went to the San Francisco Chronicle.

[pensive music playing]

In the email, there's a mention of a Mustang.

Denise said she was put into a trunk that resembled a Mustang.

There were photographs that resembled the description that Denise gave

of the location where she was held.

But I'm running up against law enforcement with such tunnel vision.

They couldn't see anything except that narrow tunnel

that led from them to Denise behind bars.

[Denise] What will it take for the police

to finally take this seriously and investigate it?

[email chiming]

[Doug] I'm getting email after email after email.

[chiming]

And I'm hearing nothing from Vallejo police.

I'm thinking, "What in tarnation is going on?"

[chiming]

Then one final email, they say,

"We are three acquaintances, two of which are college grads."

They're almost trying to identify themselves

to prove to me and others that, "We did what we did."

Then finally they say,

"If Denise and Aaron don't get an apology from Vallejo police,

we're going to do it again."

And I'm thinking, "Gosh, could there really be a gang of kidnappers

operating around Northern California?"

"Did we all get this wrong?"

[suspenseful music playing]

[crickets chirping]

{an8}[operator] County emergency?

[woman] We have a break-in at North Terracina Drive in Dublin.

They are out there right now.

My husband is fighting with them.

They have our daughter.

[thrilling music playing]

{an8}[music ends]