Lautaro has not come home Part II (MMMM/M) (Co-written by Alkaid and Krashnamsa)

[Krashnamsa]

CHAPTER I: THE NEW KID


It all seemed like a routine day in the city. The month of December began. People began to share that festive and friendly spirit that invades people as the last days of the year approach.

However, the streets and traffic of the city resented that party atmosphere for the arrival of Christmas, even though this would take almost 15 days.

One of those streets was the Peripheral. Normally it was a road that in rush hours the cars moved slowly. Usually that happened after 6 in the afternoon. However, that last week had been strange. Sometimes from earlier the traffic on the Peripheral began to be unbearable.

Those who began to despair at how slow it was were the passengers of a white VW jetta car, model 2010, with opaque glass outside.

It was already night and it was difficult to see what could happen inside neighboring cars. But if anyone could see the three passengers in that car in detail, they would notice that the driver, the co-pilot, and the passenger in the back seat were nervous to the point of despair.

They were in a hurry but little by little the slow progress and the inability to get out into the side lanes made them desperate. But doing that was not going to help them much either, because to reach their destination there were not many shortcuts or streets that served as an alternative.

And all because on the floor between the rear and front seats they carried a 14-year-old boy who had just been kidnapped. The boy was lying on his stomach, his hands cuffed behind his back. With a black winter hat made of yarn that covered his head and that did not allow him to see anything around him or the road that car was taking.

Nothing prevented him from screaming for help, yet those subjects had warned him well.

"Not a single noise or so-called asshole ... any asshole act costs the life of whoever wants to help you and you will also end up dead ... but yes, I warn you, if we have to kill you, I will not rest until I kill your mother and your dad"…

Lautaro was 14 years old. The boy was a little short of stature for his age and maybe that's why he fit almost perfectly in that small space between the front and rear seats of that car. It was barely above 1.50.
The boy's physique also helped his captors. The boy was a bit skinny and he was athletic. Lautaro liked to go jogging on the private club track where his father had a membership. He also exercised trying to get the squares on his abdomen marked and his biceps muscle growing.

And he also dreamed of returning to his country Argentina, to enter the basic of Boca, the team of his loves and become the striker who could be up to Tevez, Riquelme and Maradona.

However, the boy was now living a most terrifying experience. Lautaro was being kidnapped in a country and a city that was strange to him. Lautaro had been born in the San Isidro neighborhood in Buenos Aires, however, for two years he had had to travel to Mexico.

His father, Mr. Facundo Coppola, had arrived transferred to Mexico to take the regional general direction of a multinational company. Mr. Facundo had climbed for 15 years in the executive positions of this company and went on to become the deputy manager for the south of said company.

His talent, business vision, optimization of resources and business risk reading had led him to be appointed by the board of directors, who worked at the corporate in the United States, to the important position of the central office in Mexico, of the which was the supervision for the sub-managements of Bogotá, Santiago and of course Buenos Aires.

For Mr. Facundo, this was the opportunity he had been waiting for so long to show his abilities as a business leader. Moving to Mexico was difficult because he left his father, mother, and grandfather behind.

In addition, their older children Facundo and Estefanía did not travel to Mexico either because the move would greatly affect their progress in university studies.

His wife, Mrs. María Estefanía also had no problem moving. Despite being the wife of a successful businessman, she was a sales manager for a subsidiary of a telephone company that had its headquarters in Mexico.

When the company learned of her possible move, the company decided to support her move to Mexico.

So Mr. Facundo and his wife María Estefanía made the move with little Lautaro.

For Lautaro the existence with his family was complicated. It was the only one different. He was the only one with dark hair while his father, mother, and siblings were light brown almost blonde. His brothers' eyes were light while the boy's were dark.

Anyone would say that Lautaro was adopted but the reality was different. The boy took those characteristics from his maternal grandmother, who died when the boy was 7 years old. However that didn't matter with his older brothers, who used that hair and eyes theme to tease and tease the younger brother of the family.

And the complications for Lautaro became more complicated when he arrived in Mexico. It was the new boy, the one with a different accent. The one who used strange words that no one at his school knew. The one who had a liking for a soccer team different from the rest of the schoolmates and of course, being Argentine, ended up being a victim of the law of ice when the teams of Mexico and Argentina faced each other in some friendly or official game .

Although he had already lived in Mexico for 2 years, Lautaro did not know the city. He hardly knew the wealthy neighborhood where he had come to live. The company where his father worked had installed him in an apartment in the Polanco area.

His school was 30 minutes away either on foot or by car. By car because of the traffic in the area, but the boy's parents preferred to take him in the family car or, when they did not have time, it was the family driver who did the work.

The boy could not complain about the conditions in which he lived. His parents gave him everything to grow up healthy and happy. Not only talking about money and possessions, but also in quality time.

Mrs. Estefanía always tried to be punctual for her son at the time of leaving school. Sometimes they traveled to his apartment to eat or sometimes they did it at the sports club. After that, it depended on where they took their food, the lady returned to her office and the boy stayed at the club where he did his sports activities, especially his soccer training.

And if they ate in the apartment, the lady would take her son to the sports club and drop him off right at the front door, and then return to his office.

Before dusk it was his father who went to the private club to do some exercise, relax in the sauna while his son did some chores. In the end they both traveled home where Mrs. Estefanía was already waiting for them to have dinner together around 8:30 at night.

In the house, the Coppola family had 5 people they trusted who left and worked days and some tasks in the department: Laura Camacho and Jesús Paz, both in charge of the kitchen, Doña Luz Pérez in charge of cleaning and two employees subordinates: Fabián Ordaz and Beatriz Morales.

On weekends, Mr. Facundo tried to have them for his family. Sometimes there were family meals with a close or distant relative who had moved to Mexico. Sometimes the three of them would go for a walk somewhere near the city to visit.

Or sometimes Mr. Facundo and Lautaro traveled alone to visit a Mexican soccer stadium. Both missed the La Bombonera de Boca party and it was something they couldn't find in Mexico.

Lautaro couldn't complain about inattention or not spending time with his dad. However, he also felt a little uncomfortable. Sometimes she felt her parents were too overprotective.

They wouldn't let him out of the house alone, even when the boy wanted to buy a treat at the convenience store that was two blocks from the building where he lived. They also did not let him go alone with friends or classmates or a private club to walk through a shopping plaza or the cinema.

The only moments of freedom the boy had were when he had to do some school work as a team. Only in this way could he go to the house of a companion, but his return home was always with the family driver or with Mrs. Estefanía.

Sometimes the boy felt suffocated by that overprotection.

However that December day was strange. The boy had asked, begged and even had a tantrum to get his parents' permission to go alone with a group of schoolmates to a shopping plaza and watch a movie.

Initially the answer was the same as always: No. However, things changed strangely. Mrs. Estefanía and Mr. Facundo welcomed the fact that their son lived without problems.

“Stefi, Lautaro is no longer a boy, he is going to be 15 years old. We can no longer treat him like a baby, Also, remember what happened to Facu when we wanted to get strict and serious with him .. he passed us, he was escaping. I think the best thing is to let him out a little, give him his space, so that he knows that we trust him to tell us whatever, with whom and where he is. The truth is that I don't want this to get out of hand like with Facu. ”

His wife was looking at him with some suspicion. The truth is that years ago, when Facundo lived his adolescence, they passed embarrassing and anguished moments due to the festive character of their oldest son. He remembered that they tried to be strict with him, to watch him at every step and in every place, but his son managed to evade the vigilance of his parents and the driver.

Facundo told them that he was going to a friend's house but the reality is that he ended up escaping to another party, to another place far from the control and surveillance of his parents. The same happened later with the daughter Estefanía.

"You may be right, but we were at home there ... Lauti lives in a country that he does not know ... we do not know this city at all ... we hardly know his friends, his friends' family ..."

Her husband tried to convince her by saying that that was why they could not continue with this overprotection, that it was better for her son to tell them where he was going to be.

"Remember that in Buenos Aires we knew where those 2. could be. What places they could go to. That is why Lauti must have that confidence ... Imagine ... where are we going? Who do we ask if Lauti escapes like his brothers did? ”

Mrs. Estefanía seemed to be convinced. He remembered the stress caused by Facundo and Estefania's escapes, and he honestly did not want to experience it again. And her husband was right, with her older children she knew where to look for them, but in a country unknown to them it was going to be more complicated, more stressful and more desperate.

The next day Lautaro received the good news. On Wednesday, in 2 weeks, I was going to be able to go out with the group of friends. That first freedom was wonderful for the boy.

His dad had told him that he could decide how to go to that shopping plaza, if he needed the driver.

"Whatever you need you have to Gustavo, call him."

Lautaro said that it would not be necessary because the driver of one of his friends would take them all to the shopping plaza.

The homecoming option also excited Lautaro.

"Well, when you come back you can call Gustavo if you need to, if you don't want to call him you can use my Uber account."

Lautaro's eyes sparkled. For the first time in his life his parents were not going to feel watched by his parents.

For Lautaro the following days were very emotional. Much enthusiasm, happiness, joy and wishes so that the time passed as quickly as possible.

Finally the date arrived. And that morning was the most anxious for Lautaro. He even woke up almost half an hour before the alarm on his cell phone started ringing.

That day he was taken to school by Gustavo, the family's driver. At school the boy was completely distracted the entire time. He was not attentive to the classes, he did not turn in the work that was done during the day, when the chemistry teacher asked him about some topics on the periodic table of elements, he did not know what to answer.

Finally the moment that Lautaro had been waiting for days ago arrived: the end of the school hour: 2:30 in the afternoon. The school clock rang and their physics teacher dismissed them from school.

Lautaro joined the group of six other boys: three girls and four boys in total. The group went to the school exit and they got into a van, owned by Dania's father, one of Lautaro's classmates who had been the head of that exit to the commercial plaza to the cinema.

Behind the wheel was waiting for them Orlando, the driver of Dania's father, who worked as a sales manager for a pharmaceutical company.

Lautaro sat next to Fatima. Inside that room, Fatima was the most humble girl in every way. His family was not of money, his dad had won the lottery 5 years ago. Before that award, her dad worked in the accounts area of ​​a department store. And thanks to his knowledge and studies in finance, he knew how to invest a large part of his prize and gradually build a fortune.

Fatima's father did not have a driver, he did not use a high-class car. Sometimes even the girl would come to school with her mom and get out of a taxi or an app chauffeur one block before school and walk to the door.

On a personal level, Fatima was smiling. Although she was proficient in math and had good grades, her older sister Brenda, seven years older than her, had helped her not to be the trouble in the classroom, not to be the girl who reminded her of teachers when she had left homework and had not revised, no longer be smug with grades.

Her mother worried about her daughter's new change of environment and that they would not hurt her in a new group and rich people took her to karate classes and there she learned to defend herself in a good way.

A year earlier, when a boy and a girl wanted to mock Fatima because they knew what the origin of their family's money was, they tried to make her less. The boy wanted to touch his face in intimidation but Fatima replied: he slapped the boy's hand and shoved him in the chest.

The other girl wanted to pull her hair but made a move to avoid her and the attacker ended up being subdued with a fighting key.

Lautaro was the new entry boy. I watched in the distance what was happening. Suddenly the boy who had accompanied the attempt to intimidate Fatima wanted to take advantage of the fact that she was focused on the other girl and tried to get closer to her. Lautaro ran and pushed the boy who was trying to hurt someone distracted to the floor.

"Listen to me, pelotudo (In Argentina Pelotudo means Idiot), it's a girl ... first two against one and then you try to hit her treacherously. Apart from Patoteros (Means like a mob who fights with one person), You are are cagones (Means crap) "".

Lautaro almost leaned down to yell at his face. The boy was surprised by the speed with which Lautaro acted, the force of his push, the strong way in which he faced him and of course, the strange accent of the boy.

The two bullies were frustrated in their attempt to annoy Dania and ended up escaping. From that day on, Fátima earned the respect and fear of her generation companions and also she and Lautaro clicked and became good friends.

But with the passage of time Lautaro wanted something more, but he had never had the opportunity to spend more time with Fatima outside of school. And that exit was his opportunity.

Lautaro tried not to separate from Fatima and Fatima tried not to separate from his Argentine friend.
At times and when no one noticed they walked hand in hand.

They sat together in the movie theater and were still holding hands at times. One looked at the other's face when he was attentive to the screen and the scene was repeated backwards moments later. After the movie, the seven boys went to a cafeteria. Either way, Fatima and Lautaro sat side by side.

The boys talked about what the 15-year-old boys are talking about. What they liked and didn't like about the movie, whether an actor or actress is their crush, the video or a recent post by a youtuber, of the most recent meme that a friend who could not attend that outing had just published .

But for Lautaro the most difficult moment came. Fatima had received a call from her mom. He was waiting for her in five minutes at the door of the cafeteria.

Fatima got up from the table and said goodbye to everyone. The last one was Lautaro. The boy gave a sad look. It had been a fun and comfortable day but without Fatima I no longer felt like continuing.

It was also Wednesday. The next day you had to go to school. He had some pending tasks and without Fatima in the meeting he didn't feel like going on.

So 10 minutes later Lautaro got up from the cafeteria table, said goodbye to his friends and announced that it was time to go home.

“Sha shegó (This is because The people of BsAs pronunce the letter Y like SH) your mom, boludo (Means like Idiot but the argentinians says that in a friendly way)…”

Lautaro heard that voice trying to imitate his accent. She immediately turned to see Eduardo, one of her best friends from school whom she had completely forgotten all that day.

Since they had mutual trust, Eduardo used to imitate his friend's accent to play and joke with him.

"I'm leaving, but no ... my mom is still in the office ..." The boy replied.

Eduardo wanted to convince him to continue one more hour. "Stay stupid, my dad is coming for me ... sho, I'm taking you home."

Lautaro was tempted to stay, but he also wanted to enjoy a little of that freedom to move only in that city that after 2 years was still unknown to him.

It was after 6:30 in the afternoon. The boy still had time on leave. He had to get home no later than 9 pm. Lautaro began to walk through that shopping plaza. It looked like a puppy without a chain. Erratically walking from one side to the other, seeing sideboards and stopping at those that caught his attention.

I would walk into video game stores to check out what's new, sports stores to check out tennis and soccer team jerseys, and an electronics store to better appreciate various gadgets.

At the same time as he was making the trip, he entered his dad's Uber account. He had the key and password and made the request for the car to return home. He also told his parents that he was already going home.

The car arrived almost 10 minutes later at the door of the shopping center. The trip from the shopping center to his home would take no more than 20 minutes, but with the time of day, the area of ​​the city and the dates and holidays, it took the boy almost an hour to reach his destination.

However, Lautaro did not get down at the door of the building where he lived. The boy marked the destination of his trip in a park that was five blocks behind the building where he lived.

Lautaro got out of the Uber and began to observe what was around him. He had lived 2 years near that place but it was unknown to him. Sometimes he had passed through that place on board the car with Gustavo, with his mother or with his father.

Never before, nor when she went down to the convenience store to buy any candy, had she been able to walk to that place.

Lautaro walked fascinated by the street. Through the trees, through the people running, through the office workers who traveled by bicycle to a nearby subway station or some other public transport route. Lautaro walked through a dimly lit part of the park. I felt like I was in a mystery movie. Suddenly the mystery turned to terror.

"Without looking at me child, walk next to me as if I were your father or your driver ... if you make a false move right here you die ... if you ask for help the one who comes also dies ..."

Lautaro drastically changed from euphoria to nervousness and fear. The boy felt an object pressing against his left side and a hand above his right shoulder.

"I'm going to give you everything I have ... Just don't hurt me please."

Despite his innocence, Lautaro understood what an assault was. His father had always told him that if something like this happened to him at any time in his life, he should not resist, give up all his belongings and not look his assailants in the face because his life would always be more valuable than any belongings.

"You just do what I tell you and nothing will happen to you, boy..."

Lautaro was beginning to feel shaky. He just had to wait what would happen to that guy. Little by little, a van from a laundry service approached. The truck matched up with Lautaro and the man until it finally stopped.

The side door opened and the subject grabbed Lautaro's neck and the back of his sweater and school uniform shirt.

"Get in ... get in ... fast ..."

The boy did not reason what was happening. He did not understand what they were asking. He just followed the order mechanically.

As soon as the man and Lautaro got into the truck, the side door closed quickly and he moved forward quickly and abruptly. Lautaro was forced to lie face down on the floor.

The boy was beginning to feel strange. He was beginning to be scared by what was happening. His fear began to grow because the three people inside the van began to argue and raise their voices while he was lying on his stomach. She was more afraid to look up, but something strange was happening to her, she began to feel agitation and a feeling of hollow in the pit of her stomach that she had never felt before in her life.

Her mind was telling her to calm down, but an inner voice was very nervous. Suddenly that voice began to disobey Lautaro.

"Help ... please ... let me go ... take what you want, my phone is expensive, I will not tell anyone but please let me go ..."

Suddenly Lautaro felt a strong blow to the head. The man who had ambushed him on the street slapped him.

"Listen to me, little boy ... I told you, no bullshit ... another one and you die ... and if someone comes to help you, he also dies ... and if we have to kill you, little boy, I will kill your father and your mother myself" .

Lautaro was beginning to sob at that menacing voice whispering in his ear, in addition to the barrel of the pistol that squeezed his left cheek with great force as the squeaker squeezed his eyes to keep them closed.

Lautaro was still like this when he felt a pull on his hands and suddenly he felt something metallic around his wrists. He wanted to move them and noticed that they were imprisoned. Moments later, he felt that the man was putting a yarn cap on his head in such a way that it covered him from the neck to the neck. Lautaro's sight was completely blind.

The boy started to get more scared when he felt imprisoned. Many things were beginning to happen in his mind.

"I would not have gotten off in the park ... better I would have gone straight to my house ... better I would not have gone to walk to the park ... better I would have said to Eduardo that I would go with him to his house ... why is this happening to me? What are you going to do to me?"

Lautaro was beginning to lose track of time and distance, thinking that an hour had already passed and they had traveled far from the area where they had caught him. However, the truck barely moved a few meters after less than 10 minutes.

The truck entered the underground parking garage of a 5-story building. On the ground floor this building had a small shopping plaza with a cafeteria, a watch store, a stationery store and the main reception for the offices that were on the upper floors.

The truck parked, the engine was turned off, and the two subjects in the front seats got out of the vehicle.

A few moments later the side door of the van opened. Lautaro was silent, though his breathing was still a little shaky.

"No cabrón (in mexico means bastard), better better open the back door ..." Lautaro heard again that voice that had previously threatened him.

The boy began to feel that a hand was beginning to go over his waist and along his right side at the height of his pants bag. He repeated the same thing on his left side and took out his wallet and cell phone.

Laurato felt a little relief, maybe those guys already had what they wanted and maybe in a few minutes they were going to set him free. However everything was going to be different.

Lautaro felt him being lifted off the floor abruptly. They made him get out of the van and walk three steps. The boy tried to oppose him, tried to nail his feet on the floor but his shoes slipped on the floor of that parking lot. The guy who was holding him tightly landed an accurate punch to Lautaro's stomach.

The boy immediately doubled over in pain. He felt as if he had lost his breath. He lost track of his movements and therefore did not feel the moment he was introduced into a sedan-like vehicle. The boy was lying face down in what felt like too narrow a space.

The guy who had caught him minutes earlier climbed into the car seat. Lautaro felt a heavy foot tread down his back.
"Remember child ... no nonsense ... quiet, without making noise ..."

A door opened and moments later the car's engine started and began to move forward.

The car drove a few meters and stopped for a moment. The passenger door opened and the third guy entered.

The car started up again. He advanced several streets until he reached the Peripheral. The car tried to go up to the second floor but they did not have access due to a problem with the tag. Lautaro began to shake his breath at the tense atmosphere in that car, the discussions between those three subjects, and the strange situation the boy was experiencing.

"Where are they taking me? What do you want from me?" The boy thought.

In an apartment in Polanco there was an atmosphere of tension. Mr. Facundo took his phone, saw the time, made a call and waited for an answer.

However, after hearing the ringtone, no one answered.

"This pibe (In argentina means kid) what he believes ... we give him a little freedom and look ... he does what he wants."

Senor Facundo and Senora Estefanía began to argue. Lautaro had not yet arrived home. It had been more than half an hour of the time that Lautaro had to get home.

"I already told you ... I told you that Gustavo had to go look for him." Mrs. Estefanía claimed her husband.

Mr. Facundo continued to insist on the call but it was still not answered. I reopened the Uber app and reviewed the last ride. The beginning marked a shopping plaza near the boy's school and the end of the trip in a park that was behind the entrance to the building where they lived.

"I'm not going to sit idly by, woman ... I'm going to the place where the Uber says he left the boy ..."

Mr. Facundo had not even taken off his coat, took his keys from a small table and went to the door of his apartment and then went outside.
He entered the elevator bound for the lobby. As he went down the 12 floors a lot of things were beginning to happen to his mind.

Where will this child be? What will he think, what can he do what he wants? I can't believe it, he barely has a permit and he already wants to do his will… he's worse than his brothers, for God's sake! ”

Senor Facundo was somewhat angry. He left the building and walked to the point where Uber told him the ride was over.

Senor Facundo knew that the youngest of his children was curious. That he always wanted to know the area where he lived, but that he and his wife were always afraid that their little one would only walk the streets of the city.

Suddenly her annoyance turned to understanding. What if you started walking the streets and got lost? The fucking mother! I just hope to find him in this plaza. ”

Mr. Facundo began to tour the park, he stopped every person who was there and asked if he had seen his son, he showed them a photo of Lautaro on his cell phone. However, he always received the same answer: nobody had seen the boy.

After almost an hour, where he toured every corner of the park and some streets near the department and the area and there was no sign of his son.
He called Lautaro's phone again and it remained unanswered. Whatsapp messages that he had sent to his son remained in the received status. The boy's last connection dated from minutes after 7 p.m.

Senor Facundo was already beginning to despair. He called again on his cell phone, but this time the call was answered.

"No love ... Lauti still hasn't arrived. Nor is my name… No man, I spoke with Dania's mother and Eduardo's father… they told me that Lauti left after 6… No love, he didn't answer me either… No call or whatsapp… ”
Senor Facundo closed his eyes and sighed. He used to do that when he got nervous, stressed, or was about to explode. All of that could be possible at the time.

Mr. Facundo decided to return to his apartment. There he called his assistant.

"Sorry to bother you so late, but I need you to support me please ... who is the legal assistant? ... Okay ... you have your phone handy ... yes, I need it ... it is a personal, family matter, but I need someone who know how it is solved in Mexico… ”.

Mr. Facundo hung up and almost a minute later he checked his WhatsApp. The message from Ana, her personal assistant had just arrived.

Lic. Román Pérez.

"Graduate Pérez ... sorry for disturbing you at this time ... I am very sorry, Facundo Coppola speaks ... no, excuse me, I know that it is not time to call ... don't worry sir, I understand, but I am talking to you because I need a little help from you , to guide me in something personal ... "

Mr. Facundo began to tell what had happened to his son. What had happened that day, who had not had contact with him for 4 and a half hours, from his trip on Uber from a shopping plaza near his school to a place near his home and that he went looking for him but did not find him and that he did not answer calls or messages.

Mr. Pérez listened attentively to the words of one of his bosses. He understood that Mr. Coppola was surely experiencing a moment of emergency and that he needed your help.

"Sir, I am in half an hour at your house. Whatever happens, the boy appears and they can contact him, call me ... "...

After more than three hours of dealing with the city traffic, under a lot of stress and tension, the white jetta car reached its destination. A house in one of the mountain areas of the city. The dates of the year and the night made this place especially cold.

The three subjects got out of the car and immediately reacted to the weather.

That tall man abruptly lifted Lautaro. With some complications, he managed to get the boy out of that narrow space between the front and rear seats. Lautaro felt a little numb but also very nervous. The cold snap made him start to tremble and his breathing and sobs wouldn't stop. The boy kept in mind that threat that if he yelled for help that guy was going to kill him and the worst thing is that he also threatened to do the same to his parents.

However, his survival instinct made him resist. Try to nail your feet to the floor to avoid being led to who knows where. Try to escape from that place and contact your parents for help. Yelling desperately for help.

But the fear, the tension he felt, and the despair of having his eyes covered with that yarn cap, all they allowed him to do was try to resist his steps.

However, that man was stronger than Lautaro, he made him walk several steps, enter a house, walk down a corridor, enter a room and finally Lautaro was thrown face down on a somewhat hard mattress.

"Listen to me, child ... you have been good so far, but it is not enough ... I am going to put you on your back and take off this hat. But if you know what suits you, you will keep your eyes closed. I'm also going to remove the handcuffs from your hands, but if you know what suits you, you're going to stay still… ”

Lautaro shook his head saying that he understood the threats of that subject. He felt how they were holding him by the shoulders to turn him over and also how that hat was suddenly stripped from him.

He squeezed his eyes tight to keep them closed. He was fighting his instinct telling him to open them so you know where you are.

Lautaro heard a strange noise. Suddenly he felt something being placed over his eyes and hands running over that area to make it firm. When he felt his hands withdraw, he opened his eyes to realize that his sight had been blindfolded.

He felt that they were lifting him in such a way that he was sitting on that mattress and his right hand was released from the wife. However, he felt a slap on the chest that made him fall on his back on the mattress. He felt that this guy was handling him as if he were a doll and pulled him onto that mattress and then took his left hand, stretched it out as much as he could, and when he felt that it was released he realized that his left hand had been adjusted in such a way that I could barely move it.

The same thing happened with his right hand. The boy was starting to get more nervous. He was starting to pull his hands as if trying to bring them together in front of him. He was also beginning to move his feet desperately. He flexed his knees and shuffled his feet, still in his black shoes over the mattress as he breathed nervously.

Lautaro felt those strange hands now grasp his left leg. Lautaro tried to resist and free himself.

"Quiet boy ... I don't want to put a madriza in you ..." Lautaro felt a punch on his left thigh. Moments later she felt a metal ring surround her ankle and then her leg was stretched to the maximum to finally be completely secured. The same thing happened with his left leg.

Lautaro was still sobbing. Feeling imprisoned like that made him despair more, breathe harder, and at times let out sighs of fear.

The man approached a small table that was on the right side of the bed. He took the roll of tape and began to separate it.

He approached his captive, peeled off a piece of tape, and placed it over Lautaro's lips. The boy was in complete shock. Moments later, the subject took his head and raised it slightly. Lautaro heard a strange noise and at the same time he felt something wrap around his head.

Lautaro was gagged with five turns of tape.

"You better keep on being good boy. It depends on whether we give you something to swallow and drink later… ”.

Lautaro heard a few steps move away from him and then the sound of a door closing. Later the sound of a lock and a click, and then everything in silence.

The boy could hear his labored breathing. He moved his hands and feet and despaired of being completely stretched out on that bed. The boy could hear her desperate breathing. I was starting to feel a little cold inside that room. Lautaro was already terrified.
Finally his instincts began to win. Lautaro was screaming for help. But they were just sobs caught in five turns of duct tape.

Mr. Pérez arrived at the Coppola department. She heard from Mrs. Estefanía that the calls to her son's cell phone were no longer coming. Instead, he received a message that the cell phone was turned off or outside the service area.

Mr. Pérez knew that things were wrong. He indicated to Mr. Facundo and Mrs. Estefanía that it was best to go and report the disappearance of their son to the police.

"The faster we act, the better sir ... the police will move to look for their son ..."

After 20 minutes, Mr. Pérez arrived with Messrs. Coppola at the Public Ministry agency. Mr. Pérez knew three policemen who were on duty and told them why he was there.

The agent of the public ministry passed to Messrs. Coppola and began to take his statement.

Then came the questions that for the parents were uncomfortable: didn't he go with the girlfriend? Have you already seen with your friends? What was he doing alone? Are you sure you have no problems? Didn't they argue or fight with him boy? You have no reason to run away?

After answering the questions, the agent decided to initiate the alert Amber for the disappearance of Lautaro Coppola, 14 years old.

At the moment the order was issued to look for the boy in the entire colony. The agent stated that the boy, being on the street, began to walk the streets of the neighborhood but perhaps he was lost. That maybe they could have mugged him and took his phone away from him.

The agent indicated to Lautaro's parents that to find out the location of the phone they could first activate the location function. However, this could not be done because Mr. Facundo and Mrs. Estefanía did not know their son's passwords to enter iCloud.

The Coppola gentlemen came out nervous and tense. They were a little frustrated by the bureaucracy to search for their son's phone. Not having access to their son's account forced them to wait the next morning to make a request to the phone company to locate the phone.

They also despaired of the fact that they asked them to go home, perhaps the boy could return home and thus happily end the bad time as the police scoured the entire colony and its surroundings to search for the boy.

They were also told that the next morning they would go to the mall to check their security tapes. Mr. Facundo did not understand why go to the mall if his son had taken an Uber ride to an area near his home. But the agent indicated that they wanted to see if someone had been watching her son in the shopping plaza.

They also told him that they would be in charge of finding and locating the Uber driver so that he could give his testimony to help locate the boy.

Mr. Pérez said goodbye at the exit of the public ministry of Messrs. Coppola. He indicated that any news of the case should be made known to him. Facundo and Estefanía returned to their apartment. At different times they entered Lautaro's room, looked at him and became nervous.

The night was long and there seemed to be no end.

In the living room of a house in the Ajusco, three subjects finally began to have dinner. There was beer, cigars, a bottle of rum, and a tray of quesadillas, sopes, and gorditas.

After several minutes, the man who hours earlier had ambushed Lautaro and then left him handcuffed to a bed, was checking his phone. The guy got up from the table, went out to the patio of the house and opened WhatsApp.

It took a few seconds to search for a contact: Díaz.

"We already have it ... the package is stored ..."

The message had been sent. The man took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one and with some difficulty due to the blowing wind, managed to light it.

The phone vibrated again.

"Now let's wait ... don't do anything ..."

The guy let out an angry sigh. He did not understand why it was necessary to wait. Moments later he received a new message.

"They are nervous, let them suffer for a while longer ... we have the advantage."

That subject read the message. He didn't seem very happy, but he resigned himself to accepting that indication. After all, he knew that Díaz was going to warn them of any movement with that family.

The guy rubbed his arms with his hands to shake off the cold.

He returned to the house with the cigarette in his mouth. He walked to the room where Lautaro was locked and handcuffed.

As soon as the boy heard the door open, he began to sob and moan asking to be let go. The subject ignored those laments. He simply made his way under the bed, pulled out a blanket large enough to cover the bed where Lautaro was tied up.

The man covered the boy and left the room without saying a word

[Krashnamsa]

CHAPTER II: THE BAND

In the living room of a house in the Ajusco, three subjects finally began to have dinner. There was beer, cigarettes, a bottle of rum and a tray with quesadillas, sopes and gorditas.

After several minutes, that man who hours earlier had ambushed Lautaro and then left him
handcuffed to a bed, he checked his phone.

The guy got lost from the table, went out to the patio of the house and opened WhatsApp

Take a few seconds to search for a contact: Díaz.

"We already have it ... the package is saved ..."

The message had been sent. That man took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one and with some difficulty
by the wind that blew, it will propel the energy.

The phone vibrated again.



"Now let's wait ... don't do anything ..."

The guy let out an angry sigh. He did not understand why it was necessary to wait. Moments after receiving a new message
"They are nervous, let them suffer for a while longer ... we have the advantage."

That guy read the message. Not apparently very happy, but he resigned himself to accept that indication. At the end of Accounts, he knew that Díaz was going to warn them of any movement with that family.

The guy rubbed his arms with his hands to shake off the cold.

He returned to the house with the cigarette in his mouth.
He walked toward the room where he was locked up and handcuffed Lautaro.

As soon as the boy heard the door open, he began to sob and moan asking to be let go. The subject ignored those laments. I just know under the bed, he pulled out a blanket big enough to cover the bed where Lautaro was tied up.

The man covered the boy and left the room without saying a word.

That guy returned to the dining room of that house, lost a bottle of beer, uncapped and then walked to the sofa where he dropped.

"What happened Rana ... everything in order?"

That subject was listening to one of his accomplices who was sitting in the dining room of that house, a welcome point, a bite to a chubby pork rind.

That guy took a sip of his beer. As soon as the sip was over he leaned his head back as if tired. He closed his eyes and then stopped drawing a sigh.

"Don't suck ... as he loves the mystery ... motherfucker ... Now he says he wants to make those fucking Argentines suffer ..."

His accomplice chewed on his food while also taking a sip of his beer. He looked at his partner with eyes of not understanding what was happening.
"Eagle says to wait to make the ransom request. What are you going to tell us when but let's be ready. The lion likes to caress the egg ... that is the way to this business, go to hell. "
His companion the Wolf saw him with a face of some bewilderment and annoyance. Not because of Rana's complaints, but because of Águila's attitude. He knew that the person infiltrated in the Coppola family's house liked to show off his ability, his intelligence and his coldness.

Rana finished her beer and stood up from the sofa. He walked towards the dining room table, now took a can of beer and walked towards the hall.

"And even when the child is going to eat." Perico, the third accomplice asked Rana.

Rana was about to enter a room to one side of the room where Lautaro was locked, he stopped and turned to see his accomplice.

"Leave it until tomorrow, he is not going to die because he goes to sleep without dinner ... besides, that way it serves to make the little boy obedient."
Rana entered her room and closed the door ...

René Juárez was a career criminal. At almost 42 years old, he could boast an extensive criminal record and several entrances to city jails. From the age of 18 he started as a pickpocket and with ant robbery to stores and shopping centers.

Since he was a boy they called him “the frog”. He never liked that nickname. And she was born thanks to that Muppet character named Rana René.

René gradually evolved into car theft without violence and theft of auto parts. He entered the northern prison for the first time at age 20, where he spent 2 years because the crimes were not serious, but he had already learned the techniques and coldness necessary to escalate the type of crime.

So it started with armed robbery and violent car theft. However, it was part of that history of criminals entering and leaving prison until in the end he managed to put together a gang that went further and dedicated and specialized in robbery of warehouses and businesses.
It was quite a lucrative activity for René however he also became the worst treated when he was finally arrested by the police once again. Thanks to his last blow, he was sentenced to 20 years in prison, however, he was released in the medium term for 2 main reasons.

The first that a judge reviewed his case and realized that there were certain irregularities in the process. And the second is that he was rewarded for his good behavior in prison and his cooperative attitude during the investigation of this latest robbery.

And they will see. That last job René did with his band went pretty badly. At first because the expected loot, which was supposed to amount to 500 thousand pesos, was otherwise lower.

Second, because the information they had about the guard who was guarding the warehouse was wrong. They had received indications that this guy, a guy over 50 years old and very similar in physics and attitude to the Gorgori boss of the Simpsons was not armed, but the reality was different.

So with an armed security guard and oddly willing to defend his job, the robbery ended in shooting and the security guard dead. So what was to be a very lucrative, victimless robbery ended up in a rather risky, low-profit business with one dead.
The police followed the heels of the gang and the first to be arrested was René.

"You better sing my frog, because if we are not going to charge you to the dead ... Being accused of robbery is a blow job, they will put you like 10, 15 years ... But if you do not say who your accomplices are, we are going to make sure they put your dick in… From 50 upwards for the death of the guard ”.

Those were the words that René heard as soon as he was questioned by the judicial agents, after a series of blows to the stomach, with which the police officers tried to make the detainee speak.
And it was that René had not really been responsible for that murder. But he knew very well what the police were like, they were going to fabricate for him the death of that guard and at times like that he knew well that loyalty to his accomplices took second place.

So René gave detailed information on each of his 5 accomplices, who were detained in a matter of 1 month. He also gave accurate information on who had fired the weapon that had killed that security guard.
So René was sentenced to 20 years but in the end he was released 5 years before that December day where Lautaro was kidnapped.

When René got out of jail, the least he thought and wanted was to meet up with his former colleagues.

Two of them had died in prison: Luis Ovalle from a fight and Pedro López from complications from diabetes.
Another one, Baltazar Gámez, was facing a new charge for extortion by phone from the prison and for that they had thrown him 15 more years.

Dionisio Peña was also serving an additional 30-year sentence. When he was being prosecuted it was discovered that he had a false identity and was being persecuted for the attempted murder of a lawyer 12 years ago.

And finally Melchor Ocaranza. Her brother, her comrade, the other boss of that gang of thieves. Guilty of killing that security guard. He was facing a 60-year prison sentence thanks to the testimony and evidence René provided to the police.

One of the conditions that René put after speaking against the rest of the gang is that he could not be locked in the same prison as his accomplices, so after the trial and subsequent sentence against his accomplices, he was sent to the Almoloyita prison, while the rest of his former accomplices they did it in the various jails of the DF.

When René was released from prison, he decided to return to Mexico City. He did it with a low profile. He started working as a loader in the central supply, then chalan in a mechanical workshop and even helped an old acquaintance to sell stolen merchandise in a street market in the city.

During a Saturday afternoon while serving a position in a downtown plaza, a client came whom he met during his last months in prison.

That client was Ramón Sánchez. Ramón had been arrested as a suspect in the robbery of a house in Valle de Bravo.

Ramón and his gang had gone to that resting place to rob a businessman's rest house. They had the complete routine of that family and managed to carry out a robbery that was going to give them a profit of around 750 thousand pesos thanks to the jewelry that the businessman's wife used to carry.

Ramón was detained on the street where the house was located. He had been slow to flee and the police officers who came to answer an anonymous call saw him suspiciously. However, they found nothing to link him to the robbery.

Even so, he was locked up for 6 months while the state police tried to find evidence against him and link him to the robbery.


In his confinement he met René. The two got along and agreed to work together as soon as they left.

René left the running of the bulls two months before Ramón and they still kept in touch. So when Ramón left Almoloyita prison, the first thing he did was travel to the city to meet the new colleague.

That day, several hours later, Ramón and René were talking in a canteen in the downtown area. Both noted that they had no partners to return to work. René because of the fate of his gang and Ramón knew that his accomplices had problems with one of the gang's associates whom they decided to put aside.

"They say that he thinks he is very intelligent, that he believes himself invincible ... and it's true ... but the truth is that all the robberies he organized were very profitable."

Rene was too interested in meeting that partner. From what Ramón told him, his business was too lucrative.

A week later Ramón, René and the other partner Ramón called Díaz met at the same bar.
Ever since René and Díaz saw each other there has been a strange chemistry. As they began to talk they realized that they could work well but that things were not going to be entirely smooth.

And it is that for Díaz, René was too primitive. There were several things: René was too methodical to plan and execute a robbery. He knew how to study the points where to enter, where to escape, where the key points such as fuse boxes, security cameras and surveillance centers and the like should be. However, he relied heavily on a weapon to execute any blow.

René had never killed anyone in his life, but he did feel that it was necessary to have a pistol when making a hit. If anything, shoot a bullet in the air, at the ceiling or at a wall to intimidate any witness and even hit a person who was present in the robbery to intimidate others.

Unlike what Díaz thought, you had to be subtle in your robberies. Do them quietly, prudently, without scandal. Almost almost without the victims realizing that they had just been robbed.

Díaz had intelligence, charm, the ability to infiltrate large entrepreneurs, detect company movements and find areas of higher value and more susceptible to being stolen. He was able to keep a meticulous record of the movements of the people involved in the custody of the target to be stolen and could give the alert voice of the exact moment in which the robbery could be carried out. And best of all, his taste for low profile within companies allowed him to act under the radar and hardly ever be suspected. And when that happened and he was questioned, his lip and his ability to have alibis allowed him to go unpunished and free from all suspicion.

"We just need one more person in this band. More than 5 seem like a crowd and the loot is reduced more and more. Also with more people, the idiot who is the pawn of the gang who thinks he is cool and who wants to take command or betray others is never missing. ”

Díaz remembered what happened with the band after the robbery of the Valle de Bravo house, as also Ramón they never received their share of the loot because the rest of the band simply betrayed them.
In this way Fernando Olmedo arrived. At that time he was the youngest member of the band, just 23 years old. He came from a criminal family. His father had been a car thief and had put his son in the business since he was 13.

Fernando learned to drive at 14. He was a good hawk, very focused. Too serious and he tried not to establish a lot of friendship with people.

Thanks to his father, he met several contacts who, when he separated from his father, helped him with the money laundering and sale of stolen merchandise business.

Diaz and René were practically the same in the band. Diaz the brilliant mind, who had the facility to find good targets to steal, who gave the information and every detail to carry out the robbery.
René was the one who used the information to apply it. It outlined the plan, the points to attack and the needs for each robbery.


However, it had its hidden part. And is that René also had a serious problem with alcohol and drugs. For years, every time I went to give a hit, I used to ingest a line of cocaine. According to him, that allowed him to focus and relax. Sometimes after the coup he used to combine cocaine with alcohol. His addiction problems could never be overcome in his years of confinement. Ramón, who had previous experience as an electrician and as a technician in a security company, knew how to deactivate alarms and render CCTV systems useless. He managed to disable the cameras to execute his punches without leaving a trail of video evidence. Fernando was a great support for René and Ramón. He learned fast, obeyed orders. He knew how to handle small arms and his tone of voice could be intimidating. He had stamina and speed to load any loot, was skillful behind the wheel, could make a cargo van seem very discreet, or evade any pursuit without issue. A most complete band. Thus began a career in the theft of warehouses and houses. Díaz infiltrated companies. Usually he was looking for a vacancy in positions that would give him access to areas close to the address or where he could find out about strategic places such as warehouses or points of sale. He preferred to work as a freelancer and in this way it was easier for him to use false papers so that his trail was difficult to follow. He managed to obtain the information of his objective, be it warehouses, distribution or sale points, residences or rest houses of the senior executives and their partners, the type of loot, the profit from the coup and then he passed the information to the rest of the band. When the blow or blows had been made, he resigned within a few weeks, and usually without an investigation against him by the company for the robberies.

With the information obtained by Díaz, René and Ramón began to work and plan the coup: René looked for the weak spots, traced the action plan, the place to enter and the escape route. Ramón analyzed the plans and looked for the sites of the electrical terminals of the building or the points where the security system cameras were located and what was the point to deactivate them. Fernando chose the ideal vehicle for the hit depending on the loot. Usually he used to steal a van or van to put the loot and had an alternate car in a warehouse to change the merchandise. Normally they left him as the vigilante and the one in charge of sounding the alarm in case he suspected the arrival of the police. Sometimes he was in charge of loading part of the loot into the vehicle. He drove the car after the coup and was in charge of contacting customers on the black market who could buy the stolen merchandise, which could be company products, jewelry, or items like household appliances or fine designer clothing. The profits of the band were good. For a little more than four and a half years they were able to live in a good way thanks to the profits they made from the spoils of their robberies. However, despite the success they had in their robberies, there was a lot of dissatisfaction in Díaz because he wanted to obtain the great booty that would allow him to live comfortably and withdraw from criminal life. And although Díaz thought that with a millionaire coup he would be able to comfortably retire, the reality was different because he was a person who would always want to have more money and the only way he knew how to make money was by stealing it. Diaz was short of entering a multinational company to work. He had come into a position as an assistant to the deputy general manager. There, seeing the amount of money that was moving in the company and the money that several of the top executives had, he began to hatch the idea of that millionaire loot they could only get for a kidnapping.
And things were being given to Diaz. Almost without wanting and without provoking it, two people who worked for the general management had been fired and the reasons were never disclosed.

Díaz was immediately one of the people considered to be promoted to the general management. She was appointed to join the work team of the regional director general, an executive who had almost 2 years of arrival from Argentina.

Díaz maintained his attitude of working very efficiently but with a low profile and in this way he managed to keep an eye on his boss almost without his noticing.

Thus, Diaz knew the situation of his new boss, where he lived, what was his route, his habits. Little by little, he gained confidence from Mr. Coppola, who sometimes gave him his agenda and sometimes his personal cell phone.

Years ago and during a binge Diaz spoke with a guy who was engaged in kidnapping. He knew some things about that man that at that moment helped him plan the coup. He knew that with the help and skill of René and Ramón they would be able to carry it out.

After 2 weeks, Díaz met with René, Ramón and Fernando in that cantina in the downtown area. That day Díaz was going to take to the band the objectives that were going to give them good profits.

Diaz put a folder on the table, René opened it and was surprised to see it. The first thing he found was a photo. The photo of a child. A boy who perhaps was not more than 15 years old.

René looked at Diaz strangely and left the folder on the table. Ramón took the folder and opened it. On his face was a question mark similar to René's. The folder was left open and Fernando looked at the photo of a child.

"And what the fuck is this?" Fernando was the first to break the ice.

Diaz kept his gaze and the man serious. He had gotten that photo from his boss's desk, had taken it for a few minutes to make a copy, and then returned the original to his boss's desk without him noticing. He made his classmates see that he was not joking.

"He is our target. We are not going to steal anymore. We're going for a bump and bigger loot. The loot that will allow us to retire as millionaires ”.
Diaz began to speak. To tell his companions that he had finally found the gold mine and that this kidnapping together with the accumulated profits over the last years in robberies was going to allow them to live like kings.

The rest of the gang watched each other trying to understand what was going on. What was Diaz planning and why he had decided to change the way they worked.

"That boy is Lautaro, he is 13 years old and he is the son of my boss, Mr. Coppola. We are going to kidnap him and we are going to receive a very juicy ransom. ”

Díaz began to explain that little by little how he decided to make this change. That he had carefully observed his boss and that he was discarding options.

"This guy swims in money, has property and accounts in Argentina. In addition, his wife is also a top executive in another company and also earns and receives a lot of money. ”

René and Ramón questioned Díaz. They asked him for an explanation of why he decided to change from robbery to kidnapping, and why now they were going to focus on kidnapping a child and not the top executive or his wife.


“Kidnapping the child will always be easier than if we try to kidnap mom or dad. They have vigilance in their transfers and it is more difficult for us to lift them. But with the child… what dad wouldn't be willing to pay whatever it takes to get his son back? ”Diaz sounded convincing. Díaz insisted that the boy was the most viable option to kidnap him. You had to stay on top of your routine until you found the point where you were most vulnerable. It does not even matter if there is a strong blow, whether it means that we have to harm the driver, so the parents know that we are serious. Ramón and Fernando looked tense. They were unsure of Diaz's plan. They saw again and again that open folder, with the photo of the boy who was smiling and surely posing for the annual photo of the school. In the end came the voice that Diaz so much expected. "I'm in". René was the first to take the initiative to accept Díaz's proposal. Ramón was somewhat doubtful. He wanted to know how much security there was if they gave that blow and especially how much they were going to earn in terms of money. Díaz said they could think of a rescue of even 10 million pesos. Díaz was explaining to his classmates what he had found about his boss's son: what school he attended, some of his routine, and the journeys he usually made. However, he said that this time he needed that his teammates had to do their part and had to do surveillance and keep a record to know what would be the ideal time to strike and take the boy.
From the following Monday, the band began to watch the boy. They kept a detailed itinerary of the routines of the boy from Díaz's boss, what time he left home and what time he got to school, what time he left, what activities he did when he left school. Over the next month and a half René, Ramón and Fernando became jealous caretakers of the boy.

They tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. They wore caps, dark glasses, sometimes uniforms like those of telephone company workers or pay TV systems. Sometimes they wore false beards or even wore a wig.
They toured the streets near the school, the apartment building, and the neighborhood where Diaz's boss's family lived, and those of the private club. They wanted to know perfectly the environment where the boy lived, to know the streets where they could do the job and to have the best escape routes.

Díaz thought that the time to kidnap the boy must be before Christmas. He suspected that perhaps Mr. Coppola would travel to Argentina to spend the New Year holidays outside of Mexico.

René and Ramón had already thought about the time and place to strike: they had to wait for the driver to be in charge of picking up the boy at school and on the way to the private club, five blocks from it, there was an intersection in which they could intercept the car where the boy was traveling, subdue the driver, kidnap the boy and flee at full speed and with the boy in his possession.

However, when they were closing details to take the boy when Diaz's notice came to them. There was an opportunity to take the boy perhaps more easily.

René and Ramón received a report from Díaz. I told them that in a few days the boy would spend the afternoon with some friends, that he would go to a shopping plaza near the school to see a movie and that later at night he would return to the house.

"There is the opportunity to take the child." Díaz gave important information to make the operation easier. Díaz knew about this because he heard his boss talking to his wife. They were still talking the next day that the parents had given their son permission to attend this meeting between friends. Díaz knew where they were going to meet and he knew that perhaps the driver was not going to come to pick up the boy. "Not in the plaza, forget to lift it there, there are many cameras and we can leave many evidences." Díaz told them that it was possible that the boy traveled in Uber and therefore they could intercept the vehicle. Díaz told René and Ramón that he could take care of tracking that Uber, give them the route, and that they see the best place to carry out the coup. Díaz told his accomplices that he would be aware of what Mr. Coppola was talking to his wife in the following days. Finally the day came when the boy Lautaro met his friends to go to the cinema. The band was fully organized. They had decided that each one was going to have a code name so as not to give clues to the boy about the identity of each one of the members. Díaz was going to be an eagle because he was vigilant of the family's movements. René was a frog because that was the nickname he had carried all his life. Ramón had chosen to be the wolf, it was a way of paying a kind of tribute to his mother's last name, which was Lobato. While Fernando was going to be Perico. The band had initially planned that Fernando would be the one to bear the weight of caring for the boy during his captivity and for that reason he would stay inside the cage, as well as a parakeet in the house.
The day they were going to kidnap Lautaro, Fernando was going to be watching the boy since he arrived at the shopping center from the beginning of the afternoon, while René and Ramón were going to be on the lookout and waiting for instructions both in a park near the apartment building where the boy lived as in a coffee shop that was inside a small shopping plaza.

In addition they already had 2 cars ready. Fernando was carrying a white jetta car while in the parking lot of that small shopping plaza they had a van from a laundry service company that Fernando had been in charge of stealing that morning.

It was 6:30 in the afternoon the members of the band received a message from Diaz. "The boy just asked for the Uber. Stay tuned because the end of the trip will not be at the entrance of the building, it goes to the park that is behind where you live ”.

Fernando began to watch the boy's path from a distance. He noticed how his prey began to wander through the corridors of the shopping center and decided that the best thing was to go by the jetta car to the parking lot of the plaza.

"The boy has just taken the Uber, it is a gray Vento, the route says he will go down 5 blocks and then he will turn left."

Fernando read Díaz's message and began looking for the characteristics of that car to monitor the boy's journey. In a few minutes he located the car and made out the boy in the back seat. He noticed that the car was following the route that Díaz had indicated.

In this way Fernando decided that the best thing would be to travel to the small shopping plaza to change vehicles and take the van, which they had decided would be the best way to get the boy up.


Fernando notified the band of the movement. "Done, I am in position waiting for the boy's arrival," René sent the message to the WhatsApp chat. Fernando used his skills as a driver to evade the traffic of the area and get with some advantage to the parking lot of the shopping plaza. After sending a message saying he was getting to the van, he started the engine of the new car and left the parking lot. Ramón was waiting for him at the door. The gang had decided that René would be in charge of monitoring the boy's arrival, stalking him and doing the job of taking him by storm and then putting him in the truck and subdue him. René would act as support if required. Ramón and Fernando had taken a position. They were one street from the park. The Uber carrying his prey should enter this street. René was sitting in the park, pretending to read the newspaper, drink coffee and smoke a cigarette. René picked up a hearing aid and put it on his right ear, and then started making a call. Fernando answered on the other end of the line. Ready, in position. René spoke to indicate to his companions that he was awaiting instructions. "Díaz says that the car is coming, that it is less than 5 minutes away." Ramón answered his partner. Fernando had the call in speakerphone mode. René had that habitual adrenaline that came to him every time he went to make a hit. And this time it was something different. He was used to robbing but a kidnapping was new to him. And that's why he had to take a higher dose of cocaine than he normally did when carrying out a robbery.
However, he was not in conditions that prevented him from carrying out the coup. In fact, it made him look like a person who acted very coldly in a stressful situation.

Suddenly and to the right side of where the truck where Fernando and Ramón were parked, the Uber where Lautaro was traveling passed.

“Listen Rana, the car with the pigeon is getting to the point. It is the blue car that is coming. ” Fernando spoke on the loudspeaker while Ramón sent the message to Díaz confirming the boy's arrival at the destination site.

René watched in the distance the car parking next to the park and the car a boy who got out of the car.

The boy looked at the sky and turned from side to side as if he were lost or had reached an unknown place.

René stood up and began to walk towards his prey. "Listen to my instructions, Perico."

René was beginning to walk towards Lautaro but trying to maintain a distance of approximately 5 meters. In the distance René watched as the boy walked away from the building where the boy lived and turned left at the corner.

René was beginning to speed up the path to his prey.

"Listen Perico, move the car, discreet and without attracting attention, on the way back we took it."

Fernando had already started the van's engine and as soon as he heard René's indication he put the vehicle in motion. Perico started walking down the street and as soon as he reached the next block he turned left.

"As soon as Perico pairs up, you're going to open the Lobo side door and help me subdue the prey ... It has to be quick." René instructed his companions in a serious and firm tone.

It was after 7:30 at night and the city was already in complete darkness. The dim light from the park's street lights and the fact that the sidewalk the boy was walking on was not very busy, helping the band to fulfill its mission. René finally got just behind Lautaro.

"Without looking at me child, walk next to me as if I were your father or your driver ... if you make a false move right here you die ... if you ask for help the one who comes also dies ..."

René stretched out his left arm. The raincoat that he was wearing that night allowed him to hide a firearm and the barrel pressed to the ribs on the left side of the boy in front of him and at the same time placed his right hand on the boy's right shoulder.

René listened to the trembling voice of the boy who was completely docile and offered his cell phone and wallet without any problem.

"You just do what I tell you and nothing will happen to you, boy" ...

The van driven by Fernando was paired up to where René and the boy were. Almost instantly Ramón opened the side door very quickly. Fernando slammed on the brakes and the truck stopped.

"Get in ... get in ... fast ..." René used a firm and dry voice and ordered Lautaro to get into the truck.

The boy was completely shocked and frozen that he obeyed the subject's command without saying a word and got into the van as fast as possible.
As soon as Lautaro and René entered the truck, Ramón closed the side door and Fernando started the car, which began to move rapidly through the streets.

Ramón and René forced the boy to lie face down on the floor of the car. They had already agreed that René was going to be in charge of subduing the boy and beginning to imprison him so that the transfer to the safe house went smoothly.

René had prepared a pair of handcuffs in one of his raincoat bags and he had also prepared since the morning a small backpack with some cords and a roll of tape.

René asked Ramón to give him the backpack he had prepared. But upon receiving the backpack, the Frog raged.

"Don't suck, this backpack is not ... look what blowjobs are here." Ramón saw that his accomplice had in his hands some pieces of newspaper that he usually used to wrap and hide some of the stolen pieces before selling them.

"It's the bag that you brought from the afternoon, the one that you left in the truck, don't blame me."

René and Ramón began to argue. The truth is that thanks to the stress and nervousness that the Frog had since the morning he made him make the wrong backpack.

The discussion between the 2 accomplices ended when the boy started screaming for help.

"Help ... please ... let me go ... take what you want, my phone is expensive, I will not tell anyone but please let me go ...". Lautaro began to scream.

The boy's screams were quiet as René slapped him on the head.

"Listen to me very little boy ... I already told you, no bullshit ... another and you die ... and if someone comes to help you, he also dies ... and if we have to kill you, boy, I will take care of opening his belly and removing his stomach and the guts to your dad and mom ”.

René was again using his cold and threatening voice with the boy. He spoke very close to his ear to threaten him.

René took the boy's arms and placed them behind his back, took the pair of handcuffs out of his raincoat bag and used them to imprison the boy's hands. Then he took the yarn cap on his head and placed it covering the boy's head.
In a matter of minutes the van returned to the parking lot of that small shopping plaza. Fernando parked the vehicle next to where the white jetta that they would use to travel to the safe house was located.

Fernando was the first to get out of the car and René got out of the passenger seat. Fernando opened the side door so that René could lower the boy and put him in the jetta, however René saw little room to maneuver and keep the boy subdued.

"No bastard, better better open the back door ...". René was telling his accomplice to open the back door of the van. René was beginning to check on the boy. He ran his hand down the right side. Then down the left side and found the boy's wallet and cell phone.

René handed the cell phone to Ramón while Fernando had walked to the entrance of the parking lot to watch that no one came near. Rana abruptly picked up Lautaro and made him stand up. René was in charge of taking the boy out in the van and directing him to another car. Lautaro tried to put up resistance.

René ended up striking a punch in the boy's stomach to intimidate him. The boy doubled over and stopped resisting. René took the boy very easily to the car, laid him down bica between the front and rear seats while Rana took his place in the rear seats and placed his foot on the boy's back.

"Remember child ... no nonsense ... quiet, without making a noise ...".

Moments later Fernando ran into the car and took his place in the driver's seat. He started the vehicle and started it. He headed for the parking lot exit. There he stopped a few moments for Ramón to take his place in the passenger seat.

Ramón had been in charge of putting Lautaro's cell phone in the trash can in the bathroom of that small shopping plaza. Fernando started driving in the direction of Reforma and then headed for the Periferico. The plan was to take the second floor but they could not enter. The tag indicated an error. Fernando was trying to speak to the supervisor and told him that a balance had been deposited to access that highway.
Fernando brought the piece of plastic closer to the supervisor. He was trying to prevent the latter from seeing as little as possible inside that vehicle. The supervisor replied that he did not have enough balance and although Fernando said that a deposit of 200 pesos had been made a few hours ago, the supervisor replied that at that time there was a problem with the system and that some balance recharges were taking time to update.

With this response, they were prevented from accessing the second floor, so Fernando had to continue on his way a few meters down the side lanes and then got into the central lanes of the expressway.

He drove several meters at a good speed until the city traffic slowed him down and moved too slow. There were sections where he advanced at the wheel.
René was beginning to complain to Ramón for being in that situation. The plan had its first mistake and Rana felt that they were exposing themselves too much.

"Let's see asshole, I put a balance on the tag at 6 in the store that was near the plaza. Those bastards didn't say anything about the system, which was updated in 5 minutes and that's it… ”

René and Ramón began a severe discussion until Fernando began to put order.

"Let's see bastards ... if what they want is to be discreet and go unnoticed because I tell them that we are achieving the opposite. Three bastards fighting and arguing in a car in the middle of the Peripheral, don't you think it can get the attention of the police? ”

René and Ramón looked each other in the eyes, while Fernando saw René through the rear-view mirror.

Ramón and René agreed and calmed their fight. There was a lot of tension inside the car. Tension that served the subjects so that their victim became more intimidated and their sobs were barely heard.


Fernando brought the piece of plastic closer to the supervisor. He was trying to prevent the latter from seeing as little as possible inside that vehicle. The supervisor replied that he did not have enough balance and although Fernando said that a deposit of 200 pesos had been made a few hours ago, the supervisor replied that at that time there was a problem with the system and that some balance recharges were taking time to update. With this response, they were prevented from accessing the second floor, so Fernando had to continue on his way a few meters down the side lanes and then got into the central lanes of the expressway. He drove several meters at a good speed until the city traffic slowed him down and moved too slow. There were sections where he advanced at the wheel. René was beginning to complain to Ramón for being in that situation. The plan had its first mistake and Rana felt that they were exposing themselves too much. "Let's see asshole, I put balance on the tag at 6 in the store that was near the plaza. Those bastards didn't say anything about the system, which was updated in 5 minutes and that's it…” René and Ramón began a severe discussion until Fernando began to put order. "Let's see bastards ... if what they want is to be discreet and go unnoticed because I tell them that we are achieving the opposite. Three bastards fighting and arguing in a car in the middle of the Peripheral, don't you think it can get the attention of the police? ” René and Ramón looked each other in the eyes, while Fernando saw René through the rear-view mirror. Ramón and René agreed and calmed their fight. There was a lot of tension inside the car. Tension that served the subjects so that their victim became more intimidated and their sobs were barely heard.


What do you want to do to me?

Please let me go ... I beg you ... please ...

I try to scream but nobody listens to me. What's going on? Why did they bring me here? What are you going to do to me?

I want to move, get up, but they put something on my hands and feet and I'm subject to this bed. It is very cold. I'm scared. Very afraid. I have never felt so scared in my life before. Not even when my parents told me that we had to move to Mexico. Not even when I got on the plane.

I had not been so scared even when I had to go to the dentist a few months ago to have a chopped tooth fixed.

It is very cold, I can't see anything. I do not know where I am. I also don't know what time it is, how long it has been. It seems like an eternity. The cold and fear make me move my mouth too much. My teeth collide a lot with this sponge-like ball that that guy placed in my mouth.

This ball won't let me talk.
What I can do? My parents must already be worried. Surely they must be talking to me on the phone.

My phone? I had it in the left pocket of my pants. But I haven't felt it vibrate and I haven't heard it sound either.

Damn ... I remember, that guy took it from me. It was when that guy started checking my legs.

Damn!

And now how can they find me?

I can not anymore. I'm crying. I am scared, I am very scared. I breathe as if I had just circled the club track 10 times.

I am desperate, I begin to pull my legs and arms, I hope that this way they break these rings that put me in my hands and my feet.

Damn! They are very strong. They hurt, plus my left foot. I think that one is very tight.

Helpaaaaa ....!


Please someone help meeeeeeeeeee!
I try to scream but with this ball in my mouth I can't scream, it's just something I hardly hear.
What is that? It sounds like keys, it is a lock, they are opening a door.
Please let me go! I swear I won't say anything, but please don't hurt me… let me go please!
I hear footsteps, someone is in here, but he ignores me, he ignores me.
Damn! All that guy did was put a blanket over me.
At least I don't feel cold anymore even though my arms are out of the blanket.
I have my sweater on but my hands don't and that's where I still feel cold.
I try to calm down. I'm hungry, I'm thirsty This mattress and this bed are too soft.
Sometimes I feel like I'm going to sink.
What will happen to me? Mom ... Dad ... help me please ... I'm very scared ... I don't know if I'll see them again.
I don't know what happened, how long it has been,
I think I fell asleep. I am hungry, very hungry. My mouth and throat are very dry, I am very thirsty.
My hands also feel very cold. I don't know what's going on around me, my eyes are still blindfolded.
I try to keep quiet to hear what's going on in this place.
I must be in a room because I hear again some keys inside a lock, then a door that opens and a few steps that enter this place.
The steps stop on my right side, I think it's right next to the bed.

The voice is that of that guy who caught me I don't know how long ago.
He asks me how I spent the night.
Really, said the night? Damn, then I spent the whole night in this place.
What will my parents be doing to find me and find me? Sure they already went to the police.
That man speaks to me and I feel fear.
I understand why I am here, it tells me that I am kidnapped.
That they will return me to my house as soon as my dad pays the ransom.
God please help me! This man tells me that if I know what is best for me, I must obey what they tell me and when they tell me. That I must behave well, not to shout, not to try anything stupid.

He tells me that they will feed me 3 times a day and that he hopes that having spent a long time without eating or drinking water will help me understand the rules, that if I don't follow them he can leave me for up to 2 days without eating a bite. He also tells me that only twice a day they will release me to go to the bathroom and that I had better pee and po on time because if I wet the bed, my heart will not be tempted to put on a diaper.
I don't like what he wants to do, that he has to wear a diaper like a baby. He also tells me that he will remove the handcuffs so that I can eat by myself, that they will not feed me as if I were a baby.
Will my handcuffs be removed? Then they have me secured with handcuffs! Damn they squeezed them tight and I feel like my hands and feet hurt me! I hear a small sound like keys and suddenly my right hand is free. Seconds later my left hand is too. My feet are the last to be released. That guy has warned me not to move until he says.


I'm already completely free, for the first time in I don't know how many hours. She tells me I can sit on the bed but don't move or try to remove the gag or tape from my eyes. I hear his footsteps move away from where I am and the door of that room closes again.

It costs me a little work, I feel a little numb. Having spent many hours fully tied to the bed made my arms and legs feel too stiff.

I start to give a little massage to my hands, they hurt. I put my left foot above my right knee to also massage my left ankle. It is the one that hurts me the most. I do the same with my right foot. I take off my shoes for a moment to move my toes more freely and stretch my socks a bit so that they are not so close.

I think the cold weather in this room is a bad idea to take off my socks and shoes.

The door to this room opens again. That subject re-enters. I hear his footsteps approach me. He stops and I hear him place something like it's a tableware on a table or a shelf next to me.

I am trembling with both cold and fear. I don't know what that guy plans to do with me. He told me that I am kidnapped but I know that there are cases where the kidnappers kill the person they kidnapped in the first hours that they are still asking for ransom.

Please God, don't let that happen to me.

I feel that guy's hands behind my neck, something starts to move. Moments later I feel that he is removing a kind of belt and the rubber ball that prevents me from speaking or screaming.

He tells me to keep silent, not to speak, not to ask him anything. His hand comes close to my face. I feel like I'm looking for one end of the tape that covers my eyes. Removes it in one pull.

Ouch, that hurt me. Damn, I hope that moan doesn't get me in trouble so I just keep my eyes shut and squeezed tight.

That guy doesn't seem to be upset, he says I can open my eyes. I find it hard to see clearly, I see half blur. My sight takes time to adjust. I'm in a room, it's not very small and it doesn't look very big, maybe it's medium. It is perhaps a little smaller than the size of my room.

Only in this place there is only the bed, there is a spotlight hanging from the ceiling and at this moment it is off. There is a small table on my right side and a closet in front of the bed on the left side of the door. The door to the room is closed. There is another door that is also closed on the left wall of the room.

There are two chairs, one right in front of me, that guy is sitting there. He is dressed in pants and a dark jacket, and his face is covered with a kind of yarn cap with holes in his nose and eyes. His gaze scares me even more.

The other chair is on the left side of the bed.

The mattress looks old and a little battered. The bed is metal. The head and the foot part is full of bars. I still see the handcuffs that kept me tied to the bed.

Hardly light enters this room. In front of me there is a window but it seems that there are some wooden boards that cover the glass. In addition there is a black curtain on the side of the room.

The subject tells me that I can eat. On the table next to me there is a glass of milk and a glass of water. There are some eggs and two pieces of bread and a plastic fork.

The subject does not leave. He sees me eat. I try to do it calmly but the one who is looking at me makes me feel intimidated. I start eating faster until I'm done with the glass of water.

That guy comes up and grabs my right arm, makes me get up, and makes me walk around that room. He leads me to the door on the left side. There is a bathroom there.

It tells me that I have 15 minutes to relieve myself. The bathroom is not very big. It hardly has the toilet, the sink, a mirror above the sink and a trash can. The window is very small but its lock is secured with a padlock. Although it seems that on the outside it has a wooden board.

It is also a window too small for me to escape.

There is also a shower. The shower faucet looks old. I don't know why my curiosity got me and I opened a faucet in the shower. No water came out. I opened the other and no water came out either.

I sat on the toilet for a few moments. I put my hands to my face. This must be a nightmare. Yes, it must be. I pinched my arm and legs but no, it wasn't a nightmare, it was the fucking reality.
Some guys have me as their prisoner. They want money. They want my dad's money and they won't return me to my family until they receive what they want. I start to cry again.
The guy who is outside knocks on the door, he tells me that my time is going to end and that he is going to enter through me. I do my needs. I hope the sink has water. Fortunately, yes.
There is a little soap above the sink. I also put some water on my face.
The subject knocks on the door, tells me that my time is up and that it is time to leave. He tells me that if I'm done, knock on the door twice I do what he says. The door opens and the subject grabs my right arm and leads me to bed.
He tells me to lie down. No please, don't do it ... I swear I'll be good, but please don't do it ... don't tie me down ... I beg you. The guy slaps me on the right side, tells me to shut up. He tells me that he is not going to risk it and that he understands that I am kidnapped and that a kidnapped person must always be tied up.
I start to cry as the guy makes me lie down in the middle of the bed. Take that belt with the sponge ball in the middle.
The sponge ball is in the palm of your hand. The guy puts his palm over my mouth and squeezes it down, the force makes me open my mouth and bite that sponge ball. No please ... you don't have to ... But there are hardly any murmurs that I think that guy doesn't understand me.
That guy makes me sit up in bed. Take that belt and secure it behind my neck. He shoves me by the chest and knocks me onto the mattress.
Take my left hand and stretch it out. My hand ends up completely handcuffed. It does the same with my left foot. Go with the right and end with my right hand. On the table was a roll of gray tape. The guy breaks off a piece and uses it to cover my eyes again.
Again I am unable to speak, see what is going on around me and lie, stretched and handcuffed in that bed. I listen to the noise of the tape and feel that the guy places another piece over my eyes. He runs his hands over my eyes as if to crush the tape and stick it well.
The guy tells me that later he will come to feed me, he walks and walks away. I hear him open the door. The door closes again and the lock is put back on. Not only am I tied to this bed, I am also locked in this room.

I start to cry again and breathe again as if I had just run several laps on the private club track ...

I really don't know how many days have passed. There are days where I sleep a little, I don't know if I only sleep for a few minutes or a few hours, but almost always they keep me in this same position: lying on the bed fully stretched and handcuffed to the table.

Fortunately these guys haven't taken my sweater off of me. Better yet they haven't taken off my shoes or socks. This is something not to feel cold. I think it is at night when it feels colder and it is when someone comes in they put the blanket on me so I don't feel so cold.

I think there are 2 other men who take care of me. I recognize 2 other different voices. One looks like a young boy, sounds like a shy person, or perhaps is trying to speak as low as possible. He also seems to speak as if he were faking a hoarse voice.

The other voice is like someone who looks like a school teacher. He speaks very seriously and his voice scares me too. Not as much as that of that guy from the first day they kidnapped me. The problem is that this subject sometimes does not speak. It only indicates that it is time to eat, that it is time to go to the bathroom or that it is time to go back to bed.





I don't know, maybe being locked up and tied up is driving me crazy.
There are days when I think the door of the room where I am locked opens, someone enters but remains silent. I hear the footsteps approach me and they stop. Sometimes I seem to hear the chair being dragged and placed near my left side. But after that nothing happens.
It makes me desperate. I don't know if I'm imagining things or I'm going crazy. What if it is someone other than those 3 subjects who have me kidnapped? How about someone who doesn't know what to do? Help… help me please… help me get out of here, help me escape… I try to speak, to yell at that person who seems to be in the room. I try to move, to pull my arms and feet trying to get their attention, but nothing happens. I only hurt my feet and hands more.
In the end I start crying very desperately. There are days when something strange happens. Someone from the gang enters the room, takes the cuffs off my ankles and feet, but keeps me with my eyes covered and with this ball in my mouth. It doesn't tell me anything.
It just takes me like I'm a rag doll. Sometimes he lifts me out of bed and makes me walk a few steps, sits me in the chair, takes my hands and makes me put them behind the rods that make up the back of the chair, put my hands together and then end up passing ropes to secure them .
I end up tied hands Then it goes with my feet. He pulls my right foot up and glued it to the chair leg. My knee ends a little flexed and my foot ends up barely resting on the toe. I feel a rope around my ankle and in the end it ends up tied to the chair.
Then he does the same with his left foot. Finish by winding more ropes around my chest to secure myself to the back of the chair.
Sometimes he leaves the chair there, sometimes he drags it to another point in the room. I don't know why he does it. But I start to protest, to claim. To try to ask for help to move like crazy. Sometimes the ropes get too tight. After I don't know how long the guy frees me from the ropes and returns me to bed and I end up lying down and handcuffed fully stretched.
Sometimes he takes me out of the house and places me inside what is a trunk or drawer. All I can do is ask for help, ask them not to do anything to me. I stay inside that trunk for I don't know how long until he takes me out again, to carry on his shoulder and return me to the room.

Sometimes it leaves me lying like this and tied up. I think it is at night when he wraps me like a cocoon in that blanket. Sometimes it unties me and I lie down again and handcuff myself to the fully stretched bed.

There are days where I just lie all day in that bed, and the only thing that happens is that they feed me and let me go to the bathroom. I don't understand why they do it ...

Today something strange is happening. That guy, the one with the serious voice like a teacher, entered the room.

He tells me that the time has come, that this room begins to smell bad. That I already suck too much.

What are you going to do with me? ...