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The short Blondie stared nervously into the night. He dialed a phone number on the public telephone, tapping nervously as it rang. Immediately it was picked, he spoke.

"Hello, it's Tony."

"Did you do what I asked you to do?" The hoarse voice asked.

"Yes, I did. Now can...can I please have my son back?" Tony asked.

"Perfect. I hope no one found out about it?"

"No, they didn't find out. Please can I have him now?"

The laughter he heard over the phone gave him the chill. "You want him alive don't you?"

"I did what you asked me to do. Now give me back my son!"

"Answer...