Kidnapped – A True Story – Part Two

Kidnapped – A True Story – Part Two

Seized from the account of research and minutiae of this true story this is extremely imperative. I have interviewed Laura years ago; I have court transcripts, police files, news paper clippings, not to mention Laura’s Diary. I am going to move into this tragic story in Laura’s words, as recounting in the first person. When it comes to the details of this experience in her life and what consequences to her following this, horrific time capsule, you can never circumvent your beliefs and return to your life before this.

Laura was extremely beautiful; she despised it really; the way men glanced at her, it felt like they were undressing her. It was of course something she promoted since in the mid 1980 that is the way it was in Southern California…From the time she was a child, raised in the high desert outside of Los Angeles, everyone played outside all day long, rode their bikes all day and build forts in the desert or the trees. Laura was a red head; however her skin adjusted to the hot days, besides wearing shorts in halter tops, all the kids just dressed light.

Afterward, when she moved to the beach at age 17, she had that perfect bikini body, long flowing red hair, a bit curly, very shinny and wavy. She was for sure an hour glass girl, large breasts, small waist and a nice tight body. She rode her bike for hours and walked or ran on the beach for miles a day. She prized the way her body let her move, it was like a beautiful gazelle that moved with the air. She had green eyes and was half Irish and Italian, she always had a tan. She along with her friends would spend hours tanning by the pool, and they all loved clothes. Her body never changed until she hit 52 years old. She was once a model when she was young, and won a several beauty contests.

Without hesitation, clothes in this part of the country were very distinctive then the manner woman dressed in other parts of our country. Very skimpy clothes and much too provocative, very short skirts, most of them with slits to show the legs when you crossed them. Camisole’s with sexy rhinestones with your breast bulging from the top, the different between Laura and her other friends, she did not identify with and could not come to grips with the attention; Laura ostracized it and always did, yes she believed every word that men or people whispered to her. Thus far, she was a style girl and wore the best, most expensive clothes and was dripping in diamonds from head to toe, she even wore diamond toe ring. All this was a sign of wealth and that is the world Laura resided in.

Her and her husband, had yachts, they would spend countless week-ends on Catalina Island and take the dinghy to shore. They kept one boat in Capo San Lucas, another in San Diego and Newport Beach, he was a great skipper; they also had deck hands to help with the meals, cleaning, and the fishing catches, the desire was always to return to port with a red flag hanging on your boat, the meaning of this show of display was that you caught a large handsome Marlin….

Getting ready to go out was always the most exciting of the experience to a night out carousing, especially if you were exciting about the date, the planning for a women is so fun, sometimes the girls would all got together at someone’s home and would get ready together. Laura always ran in a large crowd of women, safety in numbers. Nonetheless, the live style was way over the summit. One of her friends had a limo, which they would even go shopping in. Then Susan had a red Macerate, or in that upside down universe most had many Mercedes, corvettes, Ferrari’s or BMW’S… in that world you are nothing without the toys, money, jewelry, wealth. You are not who you are, you are what you have.

From Laura’s notes, the date was August 1^st 1986, and this night she was not happy, did not want to go out, and this was such a stretch for her to reach that place deep inside to step into a cheery place. However, once Deb arrived she was so excited and happy this helped Laura to snap out of it and they went through the kitchen and entered into Laura's garage and hit the garage door opener, their was Laura’s extravagant new shinny BMW, a splendid bronze color and she just prized this car. Finally after all her fretting they entered onto the freeway and it was a straight shot to Newport Beach, the traffic was heavy, still what’s new, this slice of the country was well known for it’s dreadful traffic.

Debbie was reading the driving instructions and once they sited the turn off from Jamboree highway, they made a turn into a guarded and gated community, which is customary for the beach towns. The condos were two story dwellings, even-though they were attached. Laura noticed that they were new and only, maybe a quarter full at this point, they were so expensive yet located on a hill, and what a view of the ocean, the harbor and at night the lights of the city. It was simply magnificent.

They entered her Deb's friend’s condo for just a brief moment, their stood about three other girls and one of the girls were driving us all to the location of this engagement party. Remember this forever, lesson one, never go anyplace without your own car….

They finally arrived at a Mexican Restaurant, high end of course with valet parking which is how all the restaurants function in that part of the world. We were escorted through a very large and busy establishment, and after walking through the public area their stood two large men, standing on each side of a red velvet rope, they opened it up for us to climb the stairs to a private club above this restaurant. I had heard of underground clubs, but I guess this is something I was never privy too. We were early and we all gathered around the bar, ordered our drink, as Laura writes, I never drink, I loathed liquor as my mother was never sober a day in her life, so I would nurse one drink all night long, this way not a soul would detect my tactic.

The club was small, but was starting to fill up, then her fiance arrived and we all turned to look, and their stood the most, two beautiful handsome twins, with their white tweet suits, and dark tans and dripping in wealth from head to toe. The room ambiance instantaneously altered as the twins headed over to Deb and one of them gave her a kiss to die for, his name was Mario, and with a wave of his hand the music started, champagne for everyone, and then the drugs came out, cocaine was now lined up on the bar and all the tables. People were lighting up joints to smoke. A very private club indeed, I had in no way seen anything like this and I have lived her all my life In this area, Laura wrote in her journal….

As the girls started to laugh and have fun, their was this strange man hanging on my every word, and bent over me, accordingly I pushed him back, then he got nearer behind me, now I was thoroughly getting annoyed. I turned and asked him to back away! He ignored me and I turned to look at him, he was a blond man, his name was Mark, he had his shirt open and was wearing a large Superman necklace…I told him to back off and get lost. I am not shy and do not like this, therefore I speak up in places like this. As I momentary looked here and there, I realized I was the oldest person there. This Mark slithered closer and was harassing me, as a result, he gave me the creeps and I immediately wanted to leave, I hated the drugs everywhere and I was done! Stick a fork in me, done, done and done. I asked the girls to please take me to my car, they could come back and everyone refused, they were having too much fun. I started to become agitated and Mario, Debs handsome boyfriend, looked over at Mark and said, hey he’s okay, he will take you back to your car as he lives in the same condos, he’s my best friend, with that said, and as one of Debs friends, it took me a while to agree, though ultimately I thought what the hell, I want out of this strange place. Lesson two; trust your instincts always, if you don’t trust someone that is your primitive instincts so listen to yourself only!

Hence, indeed we did leave together (I want to chock on those words), down the stairs and through the packed restaurant and out the front door. He gave the valet Parker one hundred dollars to get his car which was the red Ferrari with its top down parked right in front of the place. The Valet Parker opened my door first and then allows Mark into his car. OMG, he took off like a bat out of hell, blasting his music so loud I just wanted to scream, he started racing through, ‘Pacific Coast Highway’ along the beach, and he turned onto Jamboree on two wheels and pulled into the condos. I was so happy to be so close to my car. Then we weaved around a bit and I said, “there, there is my car, let me out here”. He ignored me and drove a short distance and hit his garage clicker and opened his garage door, I deduced it was just a short walk to my car; however I was really angry at him. Then he hit his clicker and closed his garage door”. He yelled, “Get out of the car”; my God it was so dark he came around to my side, grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the car. Trapped, and then it hit me…

To be continued….

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