Inspired by: [WP] You are a time-traveller that offers a premium service to the families of missing persons. For the right price you travel back and “rescue” people from when history says they disappeared, reuniting them with their loved ones in the present day.
“I will need details. As many as you can give me.”
The lady paused to dab her forehead with a tissue, and replied in a wavering voice. “It was three days ago. John was leaving our house for work that morning. He got on his bicycle and was cycling down the street. when suddenly a black car pulled up -”
“I’m sorry,” I interrupted. “May I know exactly what time this was? In this line of business, it’s rather critical. To the minute at least, the second if possible.”
“Well, I remember glancing at the clock before he left. It read 8:05. In the morning, that is. It couldn’t have been more than two minutes after that.”
I nodded. “Thank you, that will suffice. Could you also write down your exact address here? Your house’s UTM coordinates too, if you – it’s all right, most people don’t. The address will do. ” I took the paper back. “Thank you, please carry on.”
“The black car drove up beside him and rolled down the window. Then there was some shouting. I couldn’t hear what they said though, it was too far away. I remember John raising his hands up, like someone was pointing a gun at him! John got off his bicycle and went into the car. And then, and then -”
“And that was the last you saw of him?” I asked.
The lady nodded, tears welling in her eyes.
“I see,” I said. “Do you remember the license plate number?”
“The plate was blacked out, it looked like someone had taped over it.”
“How about the kidnapper? Did you see what they looked like?”
“There was only one man in the car. He was wearing a black mask and a black shirt. I never saw his face.”
I had all the information I needed. I put down my pen. The lady looked as if she might burst into tears at any moment. “The police couldn’t get any leads, neither could the search parties. You are my last hope.”
“I cannot promise you anything. Whatever I go back to do has already been done. I cannot change the past, I can only turn up to play my role. You must understand that. Please be prepared for the worst.”
She nodded again. “Thank you.”
I stood up from my desk. “I will be back in ten minutes. I will do everything within my means to bring John back for you.”
I turned and walked into the back room, where clients were forbidden to enter. I permitted my professional facade to slip, and a smile grew on my face.
It was almost too easy.
I locked the door behind me.
I picked up my gun, pulled on my black mask, and stepped into the time machine.