untraceable emails letters from edoardo himself. i m suffering more than i can manage. they beat me, they tie me up. i m naked, i haven t eaten. i m going crazy. i can t handle this torture anymore. it was horrible. it destroyed me. she began selling things. first the spanish horses eduardo love so much. sold for a fraction of their value. i sold sheep, i sold machinery. everything i could sell, i sold. i remember taking up all my money from my piggy bank and giving it to my mom, saying here. please just use this to get that back. i just want him back. all of it made hardly a tenth. they wanted 8 million, she raised 20,000. they had started saying in the emails to me that i didn t come up with the money on the certain date they were going to start cutting off his fingers. and when jane didn t, couldn t pay. the answer was swift.
made a family and saved his life. who, as he sat crippled in his box, kept him alive. and in love. i always knew love is some point but never as important as i knew now, you learn, it changes your life forever. for sure. but it doesn t make life air. we have to tell you, it s difficult to do so, jane cancer returned full force, and four years after she fought for and won eduardo s freedom, she died. it had to be dark time for you? terrible time? it was horrible. that was the worst thing in my life more than the kidnapping, that was terrible. it was definitely the most difficult time of my life, losing that woman. yes. she was a hero. she was a bass.
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
she was interviewed twice, and this is what she s got to say frustratingly, not a lot. tell me how you got there. police have nearly a dozen people who say they ve handed money to this courier. did you travel by taxi? but the suspect isn t playing ball. she went no comment throughout. come on. last summer, jane and mark were targeted by the same gang police believe the courier was working for, and they were using a familiar storyline. a man, claiming to be a police officer, phoned mark, saying bank staff had stolen his savings. mark was initially suspicious. he said, would you like to verify my credentials? i said, well. yeah, because i really don t want to go any further with it. the bogus police officer told mark to check his identity by hanging up and dialling 999.
but only around 5,300 people were convicted. goodness me. last year, geoff and jane were targeted by scammers pretending to be the police. a gentleman said that he was from the police, he was a police inspector, and that money had been taken from our account. he was suggesting that it wanted to be investigated further. the scammer said they wanted geoff and jane s help, but what they didn t know was the real police were already onto them, and were also talking to geoff and jane. they said, you ve been talking on the phone from a number that we ve been tracing. this is a fraudster, and if we were willing to help them, then they might be able to catch the people who were perpetrating these. mm. ..these frauds. a detective came to the house and was filming when they got their next