Walter came home from work to the sound of his baby son, Logan, crying uncontrollably. His wife, Abby, was at her wit’s end.
“He’s been crying for hours,” she said tearfully. “I’ve fed him, changed him, bathed him—nothing works.”
Logan had been born just a month ago, and though life had turned upside down for the new parents, Walter especially struggled when Logan cried like this.
Determined to help, Walter headed to the nursery. But when he looked inside the crib, he froze. Instead of Logan, there was a voice recorder playing the sound of a baby crying—and a note.
When Walter hit stop on the recorder, the crying stopped instantly.
Abby rushed in, asking what was going on. She grabbed the note from his hand—and gasped.
“You’ll regret being rude to me.
Leave $200,000 at the pier’s luggage lockers.
Involve the police, and you’ll never see your son again.”
Abby panicked. “Who would do this? Was it something we said?”
Walter remembered a janitor from the hospital whom he’d insulted weeks ago after tripping over the man’s broom. The janitor had warned him, “You’ll regret it.”
Walter suggested going to the police, but Abby hesitated, fearing the threat in the note. He reasoned that if the kidnapper was the janitor, police could find him easily. Abby reluctantly agreed.
But as they arrived outside the police station, Walter received a chilling message:
“Go inside and your kid goes in the bay.”
Now fully convinced the kidnapper was watching, Walter drove Abby home, worried about her worsening condition. She was physically sick from the stress, and all he could do was assure her they’d figure it out.
He then drove to the bank, withdrew the “ransom,” and placed the bag in the storage locker as instructed. After circling the area, he saw the janitor retrieve it—but lost him in the crowd. When he caught up, he grabbed the man and demanded answers.
But the janitor insisted he was only hired to collect and drop off the package—and knew nothing about Logan. After letting the man go, Walter checked the locker again. The money was gone—through a hole in the back.
When Walter got home, he found Abby and all her belongings gone.
He tried calling her—no answer. Then the horrible truth clicked: Abby had taken Logan. The kidnapping was a setup.
But there was a twist. Walter had placed fake money in the locker.
Still desperate, Walter came up with a new plan.
He drove to the hospital where Logan was born and bribed a doctor to call Abby with a fabricated emergency—saying Logan had a rare condition and needed immediate treatment.
The plan worked.
Soon after, Abby called Walter—furious he hadn’t paid real money. “He’s sick,” she cried. “He needs treatment!”
Walter, holding back heartbreak, transferred real funds—while alerting the police.
When Abby finally brought Logan to the hospital, Walter watched as his brother James walked in with the baby. Abby had conspired with him the whole time.
But so had Walter—with the authorities.
FBI agents swarmed in, placing both Abby and James under arrest.
“Give me my baby,” Walter said, rushing forward as Abby was restrained.
“He’s not even sick, Abby. You lied.”
Abby, enraged, lunged at Walter—but was stopped by officers.
At last, Walter held Logan in his arms again—safe and unharmed. But what came next from Abby would make it clear this ordeal was far from over.