An hour and a half later Bosley rang Sabrina's doorbell.
There was no response.
He knocked on the door. "I'm back! Open up, I'm starved."
He started to get worried. "Bri? You okay in there?"
The elderly man opened his apartment door. "She's not there."
Bosley looked over at him. "Excuse me?"
"Two men took her to a hospital."
"Hospital?! What for?" He exclaimed in shock. He knew he shouldn't have left her alone. Suddenly a thought came to him. "Wait a minute. Who's they?"
"These two friends of hers found her lying on the floor. I asked if they'd wanted me to call an ambulance but they said that they'd already done that."
"Who are they? What hospital?" Bosley probed anxiously.
"I don't know. I didn't ask."
"How long ago was that?"
"Not too long. About an hour or so."
"Thank you." Bosley turned and left. Not knowing what else to do, he drove back to his apartment, reasoning that he'd get a telephone call there sooner or later.
About 20 minutes later there was a knock at his door.
He hurried over to answer it. Maybe she'd gone out for some dessert at the last minute,'he prayed.
It was Jonathan and Jennifer Hart.
"We were in the neighborhood and thought we'd drop by and say hello," Jonathan said tactfully.
"What he means is that not knowing what was happening was making him crazy," Jennifer corrected.
"Come in," Bosley said morosely.
They followed him inside.
"What happened?" Jonathan asked in dread, sensing something wrong.
"They've got Sabrina," Bosley answered as he sat heavily on the couch.
"Who does?" Jennifer asked, puzzled.
"Wilson and Josephs."
"How?" Jonathan asked.
Bosley related the entire story. "I should have never left her alone," he ended.
"It's not your fault," Jennifer said sympathetically. "You said yourself that she wouldn't come with you."
"I should have made her come," Bosley protested.
"She's a grown woman," Jonathan pointed out. "She makes her own decisions."
"You don't understand," Bosley objected, rising to his feet in agitation. "I knew I shouldn't have left her alone. She just sounded so - reasonable."
"Well, at least she'll be safe until they get what they want," Jennifer said reassuringly, going over to his side and putting her arms around him sympathetically. "Where are the pictures?"
"She mailed the negatives to me and the pictures to herself," Bosley answered.
"That's good," Jonathan approved. "They'll have to get in touch with you sooner or later. When they do we'll be ready."
"That's right," Jennifer agreed. "Let's concentrate on a plan."
Sabrina was lying on a dirty bunk, eyes closed. She'd been hog tied.
"I think you hit her too hard," Josephs said worriedly.
"She's still breathing, isn't she?" Wilson snapped unconcernedly.
"Yeah, but - "
Sabrina moaned and opened her eyes.
"Hello, sunshine," Wilson greeted. "You've finally decided to join us."
"How do you feel?" Josephs asked.
"Where am I?" She asked, turning her head slowly.
"Where no one can find you," Wilson answered. "You've got something we want. Where are they?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she protested weakly. The room was spinning and her stomach lurched alarmingly. She closed her eyes, trying to quell the queasiness she felt.
Suddenly Wilson leaned over and grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her into a sitting position. "Look, lady, quit the games already! You and I both know I mean those pictures of us - and the negatives, of course. Why don't you give them to us now so we can let you go?"
The room was spinning in multi-colors and she almost blacked out again. Something made her observe wearily, "As soon as I do that you'll kill me."
Joseph put his hand on her forehead. "No, we won't."
"I wasn't born yesterday," Sabrina protested. "I can take you there."
"You think I'm crazy?!" Wilson exploded. "I'm not a patient man, lady. I have ways of making you talk. If I have my way you'll be begging to tell me what I want to know."
"Don't hurt her," Josephs protested nervously. "You'll never find out anything that way."
"Oh, no?" Wilson turned to face him. "I wouldn't be too hasty if I were you. Besides, you were the one that said you wanted to get even for what she did to you."
"I know, but now I'm not so sure." He was also thinking that he really didn't want to be up for Murder One. "Look, she doesn't have them at home. They're either hidden very well or she's not in this alone."
Wilson finally released his hold and walked over to Josephs. "And I know who's in this with her."
Sabrina, now unsupported, dropped heavily onto the bunk.
Bosley's telephone rang. He answered it. "Hello?"
"Hello," Wilson's voice said. "You a friend of Sabrina Duncan's?"
"I am," Bosley answered warily. "Where is she?"
"She's staying with us. You've got something we want."
"Which is?" Bosley forced himself to remain calm.
"Pictures and negatives. We'd like to make a little trade: Her for them."
"I want to talk to her first."
"We haven't hurt her if that's what you're worried about."
"I still want to talk to her," Bosley insisted firmly. "Take it or leave it."
"You're not in a position to make demands," Wilson stated in a cold voice.
"Oh, no? You said it yourself. I've got something you want. I'm not trying to be cute, but I will speak to Miss Duncan for my own piece of mind. I'll do anything else you say, but there's no deal until I talk to her."
Wilson thought for a minute. "All right," he conceded reluctantly. "I'll call you back in one hour. You'd better be there." He hung up.
Bosley hung up his end of the telephone.
"Will they let you talk to her?" Jennifer asked worriedly.
"They're calling back in an hour," Bosley answered.
"We'll have everything set up by then," Jonathan stated confidently.
An hour later Josephs called again. "Mr. Bosley?"
"Someone here wants to say something."
A minute later Sabrina got on the line. "Bos?" Her voice shook.
"Bri?! Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. I guess I should have gone with you after all."
"Next time you'll listen to me. They didn't hurt you. Did they?"
"Not really. Don't - " she broke off.
"Sabrina!" Bosley shouted anxiously.
Suddenly Josephs came back on the line. "Satisfied? Or do you want me to send you a body part? You get to pick which one."
"Where is she?" Bosley demanded.
"First we arrange a meet. The corner of Hollywood and Highland at 10:00 tonight. You'd better have the pictures and negatives. Otherwise you'll never see her again." He hung up.
Bosley hung up his end of the telephone and turned to face Jonathan. "Well?"
Jonathan listened intently to his cellular phone. "A pay phone on Hollywood and Seventh," he repeated. "Thanks, Frank." He hung up.
"I'm glad you've got friends in the phone company."
"We've got a good two hours to check the area before then," Jennifer said reasonably.
"As I recall," Bosley pointed out, "That neighborhood's pretty deserted at this time of night."
"What happens if we don't find her by 10:00?" Jennifer asked.
"We'll bluff somehow," Jonathan answered.
They all left.
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