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took out my notepad. “You’re obviously holding all the cards. All we want to know is how we can get Jacob back.”
    “Funny you say that,” the kidnapper said. “About holding all the cards. I wish I really were, instead of absolute assholes like Dunning. Then this kind of thing wouldn’t be necessary.”
    Former employee? I wrote on the pad. Disgruntled? Personal vendetta?
    There was a pause, and then a strange sound started. At first I thought that I heard laughing, but after a second I realized the kidnapper was sobbing uncontrollably.
    I don’t know what I had been expecting, but it definitely wasn’t tears.
    Unstable, I scribbled on the pad.
    “What is it?” I said after a little while. “What’s making you so upset?”
    “This world,” the kidnapper said in a choked-up whisper. “How messed up it is. The greed and rampant injustice. There is so much we could do, but we just sit by and let it all go down the drain. Dunning could save twenty lives with what he pays for his shoes. Latvium stock rises on the corpses of the world’s poor.”
    “Don’t they also create drugs that save lives?” I said. Rule number one in negotiating is to keep the person talking. “I thought a lot of big drug companies actually give drugs away to Third World countries.”
    “That’s just bullshit for the multimillion-dollar marketing campaign,” the kidnapper said wearily. “The donated drugs are crap. Often expired. Sometimes deadly. In reality, the most common way Latvium interacts with Third World citizens is when it uses them as guinea pigs. The cherry on top is the way it launders its profits through offshore banks, using copyright laws and shell companies to avoid paying American taxes. Look it up, Mike. It’s common knowledge. Congress looks the other way. I wonder why. Can you say lobbyists? Can you say institutional corruption? ”
    The kidnapper sighed.
    “Are you that dense? Latvium is a multinational company. The sole purpose of multinational corporations in every industry is the production of fabulous wealth for its upper management. National responsibility and human lives are asides to men like him. Always have been. Always will be.”
    He did have something of a point, I thought. He was actually kind of persuasive. His voice sounded cultured, like an academic’s. Intelligent, I wrote on my pad.
    “But the wind is blowing in a different direction now,” he continued. “The hand of destiny knocks upon the door. That’s why I’m doing this. To wake people up. To make them rethink the way in which they conduct themselves. Because these wings are no longer wings to fly but merely vans to beat the air. The air which is now thoroughly small and dry. Smaller and dryer than the will. Teach us to care and not to care. Teach us to sit still.”
    God, now he was talking gibberish. I underlined Unstable . Beside it, I wrote, Drugs? Schizophrenic? Psychotic? Hearing voices?
    “Now getting back to Jacob,” I said. “Could we speak to him?”
    He let out a deep breath. Then he gave me by far the largest shock of our conversation.
    “I’ll do better than that. You can have him back, Mike,” he said.
    I stood holding the receiver, stunned.
    “You’ll have to come for him, though,” the voice continued. “Give me your cell phone number. Get in a car. I’ll call you in ten minutes.”
    He hung up after I gave him my number.
    “It’s over?” Dunning said happily, with surprise. “He’s going to give him back? I guess he changed his mind, is that it? He must have realized how crazy this was. April! Honey! Jacob’s coming home!”
    I watched Dunning run out of the room. He was grasping at any hope now.
    Unfortunately, I wasn’t as optimistic. The individual who’d taken Jacob seemed highly organized. He wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble to just give him back.
    What was filling me with even more dread was the way he kept changing the subject when I asked about Jacob.
    I could tell by the