As Molly crept through the foggy night an old warehouse came into view. Memories of her own assault as a young woman came rushing back into her head. She smelled the damp leaves crunching under her feet and saw light creeping through the cracks of the warehouse. An owl hooted in the distance and reminded her of the backyard she spent many hours in as a child.

She remembered the night she was abducted. Her mother worked two jobs and was hardly ever home. She did her best to make ends meet but there never seemed to be enough money or food to go around between Molly and her little brother. Molly decided to pick up a paper route to help with some of the small necessities like her brother’s asthma medication and extracurricular activities at school. One late afternoon while on the paper route it was getting dark and she was riding her bike home after throwing the last afternoon paper on her neighbors’ porch.  She had noticed a Cadillac driving slowly behind her but was under the impression they were lost. It was right before she arrived to her house that an older gentlemen jumped out of the car and said “You need to come with me”. She was thrown into the car blindfolded and taken to an abandoned house. There she was held captive for six months while pretending to be the daughter of the assailant. He had lost his own daughter in a tragic fire and was so distraught he thought he could create a new daughter by kidnapping a young girl. Molly managed to escape when her fake dad had gone to the grocery store and forgotten to lock the basement.

Molly had decided after this incident she would make it her own mission to reach out to investigators to try and help solve missing kidnapping cases. She was considered a last hope on many cold cases and often worked on cases where it was believed the girls were sold and never to be seen again.

As Molly approached the warehouse she realized that she had forgotten her flashlight. She turned on her phone to use as a flashlight. She was at the window and she could see a group of suspicious looking men huddled around a card table drinking and celebrating with shots of whiskey. It appeared that they had just made a deal with an offshore customer to purchase one of the girls.  Molly watched the men as they drank and drank some more. It was in the wee hours of the morning there was only one man awake and he had ran to the kitchen to make something to eat. Molly slid the window open and crept over to the huddled girls. She whispered to them to hurry and come with her. As she tiptoed quietly to the basement the girls followed her quietly. You could hear quiet sobs of relief as the hope of escape was nearing. They hurried down the stairs to the basement and as they were rushing out the open door the man from the kitchen rushed in.  Molly pulled her handgun out of her jacket. She told the man “Do not take another step, her life is worth more than yours”. The man hesitated and backed against the wall. As the last victim rushed outside Molly could hear sirens in the distance. She felt a sigh of relief and held the man at gunpoint until the officers arrived. The victims as it turned out were kidnapped from a Church camp six month ago from a very rural community in South Carolina. The camp was for troubled teens and the men suspected their parents would not look for them as hard as normal teens.  The girls were flown home to their concerned parents and the group of men were arrested and charged. Molly’s work has gained her national recognition and she has taken her compensation to start therapy groups for abducted children. Molly ended up through a long process adopting one of the church victims whose parents had died tragically in a car accident. The girl she adopted Karissa lives with Molly on her horse farm and is planning on going into detective work with Molly and they will work as a team.