Continue reading if you wish Derek, your child, be returned home…

…Worry not sir and miss,

You child’s in no danger.

Take heed of this letter,

Though I’m merely a stranger.

Currently - he’s safe with me

Don’t dare speak this to a soul,

Nor contact the authorities.

Breach of this plan - Derek will forever sleep.

The reunion instructions will be sent,

Pending this plan be executed with discretion.

He’ll be clean, healthy, warm and fed,

Simply follow my directions.

I require one million dollars - unmarked cash,

In hundred dollar bills - stacked in a black leather bag.

Arrive at the corner of West and Park,

Outside the Gallery is a newspaper stand.

Place the money in the bag,

And the bag in the stand.

Two am tomorrow,

And you’ll get Derek back.

I’ve given my solemn word,

That I’ve no ill intentions.

This transaction shall be smooth,

Should you complete the aforementioned.

Once the money is counted,

You’ll receive instructions to unite.

Beware deviation of the plan,

And Derek shall die without a fight.

I promise I’ll care for him well,

Yet he naturally missies you two.

He hates my cooking - says I smell,

And my face looks like dog-doo.

Since It’s clear your son is spoiled,

I mustn’t end without mention,

His bright eyes show signs of toil,

And he shared that he lacks your attention.

For money may be,

The only fix that I need,

Derek needs time and love,

From Mommy and from Daddy.

Above finely catered meals,

And nanny’s fluffing satin pillows,

He needs parents who hug him,

And who lock up his windows.

To you I’m a schmuck,,

Perhaps even a goon.

But I once lacked attention,

Yet ate from a silver spoon.

The baby boy with the spoon,

Becomes a man with a sharp knife.

Please don’t force me use it,

For Derek needn’t die.

A suggestion to consider,

Derek believes this merely a game,

Shall the truth be revealed,

His psychosis may be your blame.

Thoughtfully yours,

The Jagged Coast Kiddie-Snatcher