Excerpt from The Washington Post
Written by Petula Dvorak
Wendy Mueller was standing at the copper sink in her gorgeous, historic Leesburg, Va., home last Wednesday afternoon when the knife she was holding slipped and cut her thumb.
Then the phone rang.
It wasn’t a number she recognized, but distracted by the bleeding thumb, she answered it. Mom always answers the phone.
She heard screaming. It sounded like her 23-year-old daughter’s voice, begging for help.
Then an unfamiliar voice announced, “We have your daughter.”
What followed next was five hours of hell.