"Are you ...after the jewels in Dad's shop? Is that the d-delivery you were talking about?" I asked.
Quill took some thin plastic rope out of his jacket pocket before nodding. My heart sank to my toe nails at the sight of it. Dad used the same kind for wrapping parcels at home. It was thin but very strong, almost unbreakable.
"Once we get the jewels, we'll let you go. I promised," said Quil.
"And if Dad doesn't hand them over?"
"He wants you back, doesn't he?"
And the question turned my blood cold, because that was the problem. I didn't know. Dad loved his shop and his jewels. Dad always retreated to his shop when the quarrels between him and mum became too bitter. Many times I'd watched him dust the displays of gold and silver necklaces, lovingly polish the gold rings, dust off the expensive gem stones. It had actually made me feel jealous. Then I felt foolish and incredibly angry for being jealous of bits of metal and fancy glass.
Extract from the book Hostage
By Malorie Blackman
Call number: J English BLA
Can you love an object more than your family?