The Bendersons: Kidnapped at K7
As I pretended to sleep, I slowed down my heart rate and felt Fat Manuel checking to see if I
was really asleep while he tied my legs up as my arm was in plaster. I did not flinch, as my late
father had taught me the art of deep meditation so that it looked like I was asleep. “Now are we
all ready gang,” said the boss.
“Yes,” indicated Fat Manuel as I heard him moving around and making himself comfortable
for the flight.