frantically jayne tried to flag down passing cars. he hit the accelerator, not the brake. i m begging them to please stop and help me. but i imagine i looked pretty scary to see a woman bleeding, desperate, bound in duct tape next to a guy with a machete. then in sheer desperation, jayne stepped in front of an oncoming bus he was coming this way. i jumped in front. and i just put my hands up like this. and i hoped he stopped. but no cell phone on the bus either. now the bus driver flagged down a taxi and the taxi driver called the police. all of this information is going from me to the taxi driver, the taxi driver to the dispatcher, the dispatcher to the police and the police to the dispatcher and the whole way around. it was like playing telephone. was there still time for the police to seal off the town, save her husband? i thought because i had this description and the plates, i thought for sure that they would just the police would run out in every direction, seal
way, the kidnappers simply released him nearly three months later, no ransom at all. by then, jayne and eduardo and their children had squeezed into what they expected would be a temporary exile, two months or so, at jayne s mother s house in america. why just two months? mostly because federal police assured them they had significant leads. they still insisted they knew the group responsible, a marxist revolution party called the epr. and besides, one of the officials who debriefed eduardo was soon promoted to commissioner of federal police and hadn t he promised personally that he would aggressively chase down the abductors? but two months grew to three, then six. no word. i tried to call different times. the higher officials in mexico. they have never answered me back, answered my telephone calls. eduardo did wonder sometimes if he would have to be like this man.
snatched at the drop site. so now a new round of e-mail demands began arriving. we started negotiating, like the whole thing all over again. but it wasn t quite the same, and thus the terror. the kidnappers promised to kill not just the employee if their demands were not met, they vowed to murder eduardo and jayne and fernando and emiliano and little nayah, all of them. we re going to kill each one of you and the little bit of money you have left and you didn t give us is now not going to be enough to bury each one of the members of your family. so you are still terrified, you know. i couldn t believe it wasn t over. jayne and eduardo traveled to mexico city to be debriefed by senior officials of the federal police. it was here after the meeting when they were suddenly surrounded by men with assault weapons. coming up, spirited away, the entire family forced away from the home they loved.
something was wrong. she had driven the couriers to mexico city, she had paid the ransom, put a helicopter on standby. she had done everything they asked her to do, and no phone call, no message, no eduardo. then finally one of the two brothers jayne had sent to drop the ransom made contact. he was still sitting in his car at the mouth of that dark road. he was terrified. his brother had disappeared into the dark, holding on to the sack full of hundred-dollar bills. he hadn t come back. and some kind of police car was hovering around. but whoever was in the car did not behave like police. something was wrong. we had his younger brother wait for him at that same spot half the night and we got more and more nervous as every minute ticked by. finally the afi agent told the younger brother of the two who had gotten left behind to please go back to the hotel room and stay by the phone. the rest of that night and all the next day jayne, the afi
i knew i should go with the police. the problem was which police. one of the gangs was headed by the police who was in charge of the anti-kidnapping group. so with that in mind, i knew i couldn t go with the state police. he chose the federal police, who negotiated with the kidnappers, arranged a ransom payment and still in the transfer could not prevent the murder of his daughter. what was jayne to do? she had heard all the stories. sometimes police themselves were involved in kidnappings. i knew there was a possibility that, yes, there were people that were perhaps right there with me that i could not trust. right. and you know that the experience of well-heeled people had been, go to this private organization, it will take care of you. right. so as cars whizzed by and the