"Angelina...8 year..",he said as he searched among the tapes.

"It's Angela. A-N-G-E-L-A, Angela",Martin exclaimed as he sat on the chair.

"Found it, Martin",Sam said as he came towards him with the tape in his hand.

"It will take time to digitize the old tape and listen to it",he exclaimed as he placed the tape into the cassette and played it.

"But, what do you want to prove, Martin?",he asked as he sat infront of Martin.

"The CD has the current ransom call. Match the voice and see, does it match with my case?",he said as he handed him the CD.

Sammy played the disc when he said:

"Why is the voice so muffed?"

"Must be with the recordings.."

"No..no..listen",he asjusted the sound and they both put their ears and listened.

"Why did you called the police. I have your grandchild. So stop wasting my time and arrange for two million in the morning"

While listening, they could both hear a ring sound from the background of the voice.

"The cycle bell in the background is so clear",Martin said.

"Yes, but how can the voice be so muffed if the mouth-piece is so close to him?",asked the man with glasses, confused.

"Let me just enhance the audio clip",said Sammy as he adjusted the sound.

"Hello? I'm his mother speaking"

It was Sandra's voice.

"Her voice sounds normal but why isn't both the voices seemed to balance. Let me check...even if the kidnapper used a filter, the voice quality can't be that bad",he explained.

Martin stared at him in confusion and they both tried to mingle the voices together to come out with a final confusion but that night, it was already late. Martin fell asleep on the chair.

                                   •••

The next morning, Sam woke up Martin :

"Martin?..Martin!"

Martin slowly opened his eyes and rubbed it when the guy continued:

"I have matched the old and the new calls.."

"Find anything?" yawned Martin.

"It's the same call"

"What?",an astonished Martin said.

"Come here. Look, this is the current kidnapper's waveform",he pointed to the red line on the screen.

"And this is the kidnapper from your case",he pointed to the blue line on the screen and played both of it at the same time.

"I'm playing them simultaneously"

"You mean..It's the same kidnapper in both cases?",a shocked Martin asked.

"That I don't know whether the kidnapper is the same or not but the ransom call is definitely the same. Exact same"

Martin blinked out of confusion.

"How can a man speak in the same way, choosing the same words and stopped at the same places after eight years?",the guy said as he stared on the screen.

"That isn't possible..",said Martin.

Sam adjusted the sound and played the record.

"Wait wait..",Martin said.

"What's that sound?"

There was a sound before the voices of the kidnapper could be heard.

"I guess it's a switch",replied Sam.

"Someone's playing the same ransom call over the phone. Maybe it's the switch of an old walkman."

"There is a difference in the quality of both calls. Is it because the tape is too old?",asked Martin.

"No no, quality of tapes doesn't deteriorate due to storage...but it might if you keep playing them again and again"

"Someone is constantly telling the child to say "grandpa" ",noted Martin.

"See, if the voice matches from anyone on the system?",he handed him over the CD.

                                   •••

John could hear someone's footsteps coming towards the house. He worriedly turned his back when he saw a figure of a man through the window. He trudged quietly when he took a knife from the table and slowly walked towards the window where the figure was.

                                  •••

"There's a match"

"With what?",asked Martin as he gulped his tea.

"No one on the system but with the voice on the old tape",replied Sam.

"The kidnapper?"

"No, the person who's asking the kid to say "grandpa". It's the same guy who...received the ransom call in the earlier kidnapping cases"

Martin eyes growed bigger as he put everything back into his mind. He could feel the voices echoing in his head:

"He keeps listening the same old tape every night"

"Grandpa! Grandpa! I am so sorry grandpa. I made a mistake"

"I will tell you-"

"This is a list of them. Have you ever heard anything about them or any records"

"Father, my daughter made this card for you"

"You made this? It's really beautiful dear. I'll always keep it with me"

Martin quickly put everything in order in his head; only John could constently listened to same tape every night as told by Nancy. That's why the tape was so muffed. He also remembered when John visited him on Christmas eve and handed him the sheet of paper which he has kept along with the card the little girl gave him. He quickly ran on his foot to home, where he searched for the Christmas card at every cornor of his room: the closets, the drawers, on the shelves, in his clothes, but to no avail.

He decided to sit on his bed and tried to think where he had kept the card. Everything was so complicated and he felt like his mind would stop working soon. Suddenly, he lifted the sponge mattress of his bed when he found the Christmas card amongst with other documents. He quickly opened the sheet of paper that John gave him and went through the names. He stood from the bed and stared shockingly with big eyes as he recognized the name from the paper:

"James Brown"

                                  •••

He waited for the right moment when he could stepped outside and stabbed him in the back. John stared through the window and looked at the unknown figure. A James Brown was smoking his cigarette outside with his hand in his pocket. John slowly walked towards the door where the kidnapper was standing. He was about to open it when he saw him going away. He quickly went towards the window and peeked his eyes. An excited Ronnie ran in the arms of his grandpa with the mother behind.

"Heyyy Welcome!",said James.

"Hello dad"

"Hello Liza, how are you?"

"I love you grandpa",hugged the boy.

"I love you too, Ronnie. How are you?",asked James.

"I'm fine grandpa"

John watched the entire scene from inside. He could also hear their voices from outside. He gasped and stepped backward when he realised the kidnapper actually have a grandson. He stared sadly.

"Come on, let's play football",Ronnie said as he throw the ball towards James.

"You've become a pro, now. Huh? Playing better than me",he tickled him. They all giggled together.

John watched their love and he felt ashamed of himself that he was about to commit a murder. Watching them playing together reminded him of Angela when they both used to play and do crazy things, too. He bent his head down and left the knife on the table. He needed Justice, not revenge, he thought to himself then turned his back and made his exit.