deeply deeply sorry. it was right out of a soap opera. the husband, the wife, the affair with a local dentist. i just don t think of myself as someone, why would he be interested in me, you know? was it passionate? yes. but the script turned dark when her husband turned up dead. everything was a blur, she said she found him in his car outside his gym. words like heart attack, and and tourism. we all assumed it was a health related death. 40-year-old men just don t drop dead. it s just too many coincidences, shall we say. adding up. they believed it was poisoning. someone else was there with him that morning. this is now a murder investigation. 100%. you are hearing about a love triangle. she admitted that she was having an affair. i had nothing to do with his death. the plot was just beginning to thicken. oh my god, this can t be happening now. a new love makes the world seem a little brighter. a very smooth, i want to say a almos
that black spirit, that darkness. he just points the gun at my forehead. the first thing i started thinking of was my children. at first i was saying what does kidnap mean? my dad was stolen by bad guys. i lost everything that i knew just like that, gone. it was such a mystery, who was behind this. it was just tearing me apart. i was suffering so much. we if it takes everything we have, everything i can humanly do. i saw things that no 12 -year-old should see. i mean just the cruelty of incredible fear and agony. when is this going to end? and all the hell that we went through on all the pain has made us unbreakable. the green and white taxi parallel down the highway, something was wrong. why had the man paid ten times the fair for a simple package delivery? we can didn t pry open the alarm full of. the cabbie pried open the package. their terrifying story, more than a decade in the making was about to come to an astonishing climax. i was 12 years ol
from her injured finger, gushed on the barbwire fence. she tried to tap down the tear that grabbed her through. she had heard about brutal kidnappings in mexico city were victims fingers were cut off and delivered with ransom notes. but this was safe little san miguel, where eduardo had always said do you think anybody is gonna come here in the country? you know, it s not going to happen. but it had happened, and while she could think of was finding help fast. i m sitting there in the dirt, in need of stitches and at that point i had to sell phones going. why wouldn t the police just take over? well, no. jayne in this supremely vulnerable moment would have to decide which police, if any, she could trust to get her husband back. you can allow the local state police to handle the situation. you can go to the mexican equivalent of the fbi which is a fee, or you can go to a
private consultant that you have to pay out of your own pocket and they will negotiated privately. so as cars whizzed by and the dirt kicked blood dried under her skin jayne placed calls all over the world to private companies that specialized in kidnapped negotiations. they knew all the questions to ask they said how many vehicles were involved. what did the notes say. can you describe the people? what did their guns look like? must be a sophisticated operation, they told jayne, and negotiating would be difficult and expensive at least 2500 u.s. dollars a day plus expenses. far more than she can afford. so jayne decided to enlist the mexican version of the fbi, the unit unit of the mexican police. she made the call went back to the ranch can cleaned up her wound and told six-year-old night and seven year old emiliano that their father was on a business trip. i was confused. i was very confused.
open the door, and literally hopped as if i was in a sack race to the highway, in flip-flops. an elderly man stop to help. he had a machete but no cell phone to call police. frantically, jayne tried to flag down passing cars, all hit the accelerator, not the brakes. i imagined it was pretty scary to see a woman bleeding, desperate, bound and duck tape next to a guy with the machete. then, in sheer desperation, jayne stepped in front of an oncoming bus. i jumped in front and i just put my hands up like this. and i hoped he d stop. but, no cell phone on the bus either. now, the bus driver flagged down a taxi, and the taxi driver called the police. i said like, for sure, that the police would run off in every direction, steal off san miguel de allende, end of story. but, it didn t go that way. no it didn t.