Toby Glenner tried to calm her nerves. In less than a half hour she’d be facing the men who had stolen her precious little girl.

Officer Maxwell looked at his watch. “We’ll leave for the park in ten minutes.”

Lazer cleared his throat. “I want to accompany my wife, Officer Maxwell.” “I’ve given it lots of consideration, and it’s too dangerous to have civilians there.”

“What if there are other people, or worse yet, children at the park?” Lazer said. “Noon is a popular time for play.”

“In this cold weather, and with everything wet from the storm, I doubt there will be anyone in the park.” Officer Maxwell looked pensive for a moment, “You may wait in an automobile parked near the entrance to the park. As soon as we have your daughter, we will rush her to you.”

He looked at his wife. “I guess that’s better than staying here.”

“I’ll be okay, Lazer,” Toby said.

The officer folded his arms. “Mrs. Glenner, let’s go over the instructions one more time.”

Toby blew out a shaky breath. “I place the package on the bench, then cross over the bridge. Lulu’s whereabouts will be posted on the lamppost there.”

“Once you have that information, my men will take over.”

Toby nodded. “Let’s just hope that everything goes as planned.”

The vein in Mr. Renard’s neck bulged. “That girl is going to get it so bad when I see her!”

“What makes you think she’s coming back, Pa?” Fay asked.

Her father slammed his palm on the table, jarring everything on it. Fay jumped.

“Because she’s weak, cold, and hungry. The men after her aren’t. They’ll catch up with her soon enough, and when they do…” His brows snapped together. “She’ll wish she hadn’t so much as stepped foot off that ladder!”

“And when you’re through with her,” Mrs. Renard said, “it’ll be my turn.”

Fay’s head darted excitedly from her mother to her father. “What are you going to do to her?”

“Same thing I’m going to do to you if you don’t quiet down,” her mother said. “Can’t you see Pa’s sick?”

Fay didn’t care if her father was sick. She didn’t care that his money was taken. In her heart of hearts, she was jealous that Idy had fled. She wanted to see the outside world, too.

“I hate it here!” Fay said. She stood up from her chair and walked toward the door.

“Where you going?” her mother asked. “Without the girl here, I need your help.”

Fay froze. “What!”

“You heard me. I need the cow milked, the eggs gathered, and the laundry hung to dry.”

(Excerpted from Mishpacha Jr., Issue 665)