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Looking at the exasperated voices of his captors, Barron needn’t know how to speak Spanish to be entirely certain he was in over his head.

He wondered why the negotiators hadn’t been brought in already; the plan was simple —well, initially. He was to get a cut of the ransom, and disappear with it in some nice sunny resort in the South. Like the extreme South, not Alabama South.

Someone must have interfered… He could have sworn there was a woman’s voice with a funny accent speaking to them before she hung up on them.

¡La chica dice que ya tienen al bebé!   That much he could understand; an impostor 👶🏻baby now? And who had replaced August in his duties?

Well, at the moment, he had a group of angry Frenchmen and Mexicans in a smelly rillettes distillery with a useless baby on their hands. He knew too well that if he wanted to keep all his limbs, he’d have to improvise quickly. Good thing they hadn’t removed his eye-watch. By now, as inept as they’d be, the two nannies should have got his GPS coordinates.

Well… They had trouble spelling their names without typos at times so he’d better not leave that to chance.

He started to text:SOS - baby in danger at Rillettes Distillery, Alabama

He added the GPS coordinates, just in case; now, with help possibly on the way, he’d have to prepare that distraction in order to extract himself of his predicament.