Faye Vaughn listened intently.
Vivian Windsor's sharp, frightened voice came through the earpiece of Vincent Hawthorne's phone—
"I don't know… I don't know where I am… SOB… It's so dark in here, and I'm tied up!"
Vivian Windsor was speaking incoherently, not providing any crucial information.
Vincent Hawthorne cut off her crying. "Vivian, don't cry. I'm going to ask you questions one by one. Just answer them."
He asked the first question. "Where did you get the phone? Who gave it to you?"
Vivian Windsor answered between sobs, "He… he was wearing a helmet. I couldn't see his face… I don't know who it was. SOB… I really don't know…"
Not giving her a chance to ramble, Vincent Hawthorne immediately asked the second question. "The kidnapper gave you the phone and told you to contact my older brother and me, right?"
Vivian Windsor, dazed and crying, replied, "Yes, yes…"
