Anonymous caller

"Honey, what did he want?" Mrs. Kingston asked, rising from her chair.

"He just wanted to ask if we had found Raymond yet." He responded by getting up from his chair and grabbing the other phone from the table.

The maids ran to the table, packing the dishes, Mr. Kingston walked up the stairs, and Mrs. Kingston followed behind him.

They both parted ways as Mr. Kingston entered his room.

He tossed the two phones to the bed and locked the door. When his phone began to ring, he began to remove his shirt, tossed it to his chair, and picked up the ringing phone, placing it in his ear without looking at the caller.

"Is this Mr. Kingston?" the anonymous caller inquired.

"Yes, who are you and how may I help you?" Mr. Kingston asked confidently. 

"I have news about your son, but I am afraid I can’t take the money you offered on the TV." The caller stated in a cold tone. A smile curved on Mr. Kingston’s face.

"People like you are rare to find." He muttered, smiling endlessly. 

"What do you mean by people like me being rare to find?" the caller questioned.

"You are indeed rare. You don’t need my money, and you know where my son is, Isn’t that magnificent?" Mr. Kingston beamed.

"Who told you I don’t need your money, old hag, I wanted to tell you, that money was too small for me." The caller declared, with a rumbling voice,

Mr. Kingston's smile faded. He was over the moon that he would find his son without spending a dime. Although he is rich, he doesn’t like spending money that much. 

"So how much do you want?" Mr. Kingston questioned with his eyebrows slightly raised.

"I want 200 million dollars." The caller declared rudely. 

"Isn’t that too much, just to tell me the whereabouts of my son." Mr. Kingston lamented, sitting on the bed.

"Then you don’t want to know where your son is." The caller said 

"How can you prove to me that you know the whereabouts of my son?" Mr. Kingston asked.

"You are playing smart old hag, if I don’t know where he is will I bother calling you?" the caller said in a deep voice.

"Alright, I believe you send me your account details so I can transfer the money to you so you can tell me where he is." Mr. Kingston muttered, and the caller burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, I don’t want it in my bank account. You want the government to sue me for having that much money." The anonymous caller stated.

"So how will I give you the money." Mr. Kingston asked raising a brow. 

"By noon tomorrow, I will call you and tell you the place where you will bring the money." the caller declared.

"What is this some kind of a ransom or kidnap case?" Mr. Kingston asked bluntly.

"You will do as I say If you want to know where your son is." the caller said raising his voice.