the cab could see the man who gave him the package and the money was tailing him, taxi came along and parked just here, stop right there. right where you see the cars coming that s where he came. the cabbie was terrified, hurried he begged begged the police. the police said pulled and that s when they came in. the cops arrested the man, but had no idea yet who he was. and while they figured it out, that man made a phone call. to this modern suburban apartment on the outskirts of san miguel. he was kept three months in this house. a very suburban-looking place, right? right. where months the kidnappers and his confederates had been hoping that french american woman, naked, starving, a wooden box for a cell, the details so similar to eduardo s case. so they had the wood around and they had sort of like
arise from which she could see the rest of the ranch. i grabbed the keys and through on the helmet and went for a ride and you know, started crying, balling my eyes out. jayne had one more crucial call to make to her mother. also, named jayne. she lived in her own house on the ranch most of the year, but that day, she was home in virginia. jayne called and said sit down, i have something to tell you and of course i didn t sit down i said what is it? she said eduardo has been kidnapped. what is it like to hear that? you know, i lost it, i grabbed her suitcase and i threw in a toothbrush and i couldn t remember what i needed to take. now, it was evening i m hoping i would get home like they told me, i will open the email there will be a message and whatever i have access to they will have it all. okay? just give him back. so at that point i m hoping
i didn t really have an xbox or playstation. electronics. i had dogs, a donkey that would take me to school every morning. how is that possible? jane won the children to have an education beyond what public schools here offered so she and eduardo founded a school. built it right on the ranch, recruited other families to join. jane s eldest fernando loves that school. my mother s part enjoy. we knew every single student that went to that school. everybody on the faculty. a big family. every morning the half mile commute down their own quiet country lane to school. it became a family ritual. the morning routine was singing all the way to school. it was really the only routine that we had. so now, it was that perfect morning. june 2007, and they bumped and sang, noisy unhappy down the dusty road. and of course they did not understand how could they, that this was the last moment of
kept it inside. i just kept it inside. two weeks later, they shot eduardo again. this time in an arm. then the phone calls began. i thought it would be someone disguising their voice, that s what i had been trained for. the agent warned her that it might happen, they ve been prepared dialogue for to memorize, and kept this erase board handy so he could prompt her. but it wasn t the kidnappers we got on the phone. i was shaking, i didn t know what to do. it was eduardo. but the things he said, this could not be the man she loved. but it was. and then he started calling me names, you are such a [bleep], how could you do this, it s my money? it s the same that i had been getting in the letters that they forced him to write. she turned to the agent. he told me jane you have been preparing for this, just relaxed. they knew, both of them, he had been given a script to read. we were both playing a role, after i answered the immediate
this one piece of news. the people who grabbed eduardo? they were almost certainly, said the police, part of a fringe marxist political group. jayne s age and considered the evidence and offered a dismal prediction. this is not gonna be over in 24 hours, i think this is not a matter of days or weeks. based on previous experience with this particular group, this is going to be months if you are lucky. what was it like to hear that? i thought i was going to go crazy i thought for sure i would have a nervous breakdown right then and there. jayne s seven year old emiliano looked on helplessly. i remember the whole thing very clearly like it was yesterday. i remember opening the door and seeing that look in her eyes. what look? she looked like she was heartbroken, she looked like she failed. she felt like her whole world collapsed and i could see that