KIDNAPPED!: A LIVING NIGHTMARE

Kidnapped!

Copyright © 2020 by Dave Rohee.

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To – Katy

Who has given me so much more than love!

And the time and space to complete

this important project

PREFACE

This is a story that had to be written. It is the true story of international kidnapping. It has taken the better part of 10 years for me to get over the horror, the nightmares, and the dangerous situation I was in. Mainly due in no small part to my lack of knowledge of China and the depths of deceit and cunning of many of the supposed entrepreneurs trying to make China a better place.

Unfortunately, I was initially an unwitting participant in a sordid tale of corruption at some of the higher levels of agencies in the Chinese administration. I was not familiar with the customs and business practices in this country and was led like the proverbial lamb to slaughter.

Once I discovered to my dismay that I was misled, I tried to disengage myself from the very forces that promised to assist me in achieving my goals. This was to no avail, and I found myself at the end of a long journey with nothing to show but a crushed ego, a failed business and, a financial disaster.

There was however, a silver lining in all this misery. There were probably hundreds of people in many law enforcement agencies in China, Canada and Interpol as well as the Canadian Embassy in Beijing and the Canadian Consulate in Shanghai, who had a hand in helping to bring me home safely. This is the amazing story.

To the RCMP, Detectives and Police officials in Coquitlam, British Columbia, Canada, my everlasting appreciation for helping to keep my spouse safe from harm. She helped save my life, probably thanks to her emergency aviation training, her knowledge of Chinese culture and, the support of law enforcement.

To the many that I cannot acknowledge for obvious reasons, you know who you were, and you have my undying gratitude for all the invaluable help and assistance you gave me, before during and after that terrifying event. I will always remember you.

Forever Grateful,

Dave Rohee

Table of Contents

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Epilogue

Chapter 1

We were driving along a narrow tree-lined street in a dimly lit area when suddenly the car swerved onto the side of the road and came to a sudden stop. Both back doors opened. Two heavy-set men jumped in, pinned my legs together and jammed their elbows on top of my thighs. Someone slammed my head into the front seat headrest! Kidnapped! You hear the word, and never give it a thought that it might apply to you.

The two people in the front seat did not utter a word while this was happening. I knew this was a set-up and felt as stupid as a schoolboy in a new school with no friendly faces and no idea of what to do next!

Suddenly all sorts of thoughts and fears ran through my brain. I had no idea what was happening to me, other than I had no freedom of movement and was in fear for my life. Here I was a stranger in a foreign country, unable to speak the language and totally frightened out of my mind.

As I struggled to sit up, I was brutally hit on the back of my head which stunned me for a few seconds. I was unable to think clearly. No one said anything for a few minutes as the car raced along. A couple of minutes later the car swerved again to the side of the road. With my head just at the level of the window, out of the corner of my eye, I saw another vehicle in an open space flash its lights. The car pulled back onto the road and, the two men pulled a heavy dirty and foul-smelling bag over my head. By this time, I was crazy with fear and thoughts of my life ending sometime soon. I had no idea why this was happening or the reason for the kidnapping. I cursed myself for trying to start a new aviation operation in this godforsaken country.

We kept driving for what seemed like hours. Since I could not see my watch, I had no idea how far we had traveled or where we were headed. All I know is I was paralyzed with all sorts of thoughts about what would happen to me. No one knew where I am or who kidnapped me.

It is Sunday afternoon in Beijing, and I was not expected to show up at my office until Monday morning. And since I was the boss, nobody would give a thought to where I was or be concerned until much later in the day. My office staff was very efficient and had lots of work to keep them busy.

After what seemed like an eternity, the car finally came to a stop. I was dragged out of the car with the bag still over my head. The two guys on each side of me were literally manhandling me up a few steps and into some type of dwelling. I was roughly shoved onto a bed and, the bag removed from my head.

After I regained my eyesight, I saw my captors for the first time. This confused me even more as I did not recognize anyone and, no one spoke English! There were three men, all Chinese, and very scary looking.

One man who seemed to be in charge and giving what I assumed were instructions to the other two. One was a chubby younger man with a round typical Asian face. He had gaps between his front teeth and smiled like you were the next thing on his menu.

The third man was a very hard looking individual with partially hidden tattoos on his upper arms, a 5.00 o’clock shadow, pockmarked skin and, short spikey hair. I felt an immediate fear of this guy. He smelled as if he had not bathed in a week, dressed very shabbily in a stained khaki shirt and trousers that looked two sizes large for him.

I immediately began to perspire and felt short of breath, my heart beating a thousand beats a minute and sure to quit very soon. Dying was definitely a sure-fire conclusion and, I badly needed to pee. I looked around at my surroundings and realized that I was in serious trouble. The place was dirty, smelled like it hadn’t been cleaned in years and, probably used as some type of detention cell.

There were all kinds of filthy debris on the ground, a grungy bathroom with no door and cobwebs everywhere! I was in what appeared to be a one-bedroom apartment with a broken-down bed, a small side table and, nothing else. There was a dirty flowered curtain covering a wall at one end that may have been a window. There was one door leading to what I assumed was another room or a hallway to the outside.

We waited for some time, which seemed like hours. I was feeling the weight of the world on my lungs and tried to breathe normally. Suddenly the outside door opened and someone came into the room. Imagine my relief at recognizing this new arrival! I started screaming at him, Why have you done this?, and immediately one of the other men slapped me hard on the side of the head.

I was told to shut up by the young chubby man who was the driver of the car, and I was astonished at his ability to speak English. He seemed to be the only English spoke thug of the three men in the car during the kidnapping. The woman had never said another word during the ride. I never saw her again.

The new arrival who I knew as Albert gave me an evil smile.

I told you this was my country, and I am going to get you thrown out. He said.

I will have your visa revoked, take away your business and, send you back to Canada. I warned you that I had introduced you to the Chinese University last year where you made a deal to sell aviation courses and I wanted a share of your business. You refused to agree with me to be your partner, and now I am going to take everything you have.

I was speechless at this point. I never agreed for you to become my partner, I said.

"You misrepresented yourself and your capabilities. All I have managed to do since I came to China two years ago is pay guanxi (Chinese slang for a bribe) to you and your connections, and nothing has ever materialized for my business to become certified".

I have had to do this on my own and have paid thousands of US dollars to lawyers to get my aviation business licensed and certified in this country, no thanks to you, I was really pissed off.

You also told me that you had a great location for an office. I followed your advice which, turned out to be bogus. After waiting for our official business license, we were told that it would not be approved as the location was not suitable for a foreign business!

What a crock of garbage your advice turned out to be. We had to break the lease and move to a new location in one of the business locations our lawyer finally was able to get approved.

You really led me down the garden path and royally screwed me. All you have done is cost me money. I said, disgustedly.

Well, he said, I saw the press release from the Canadian Embassy that you signed a deal with the Civil Aviation University in Tianjin to offer pilot training. I intend to make sure that I am going to run that business.

I said, That will only happen over my dead body."

Albert said, That can be arranged. Don’t push me.

He picked up the small pouch I usually walk with that had all my papers, a translation unit for Chinese phrases, my wallet, and an electronic database where I kept my contacts. He picked up the database unit and turned it on. He began scrolling through the contacts and said, Who is Winnie Rohee?

That’s my mother.

Well, he said, Maybe she would be willing to pay your ransom to get you back alive.

I retorted, You might as well kill me now. If you even think about calling my mother, that will be the end of her life. She is almost blind and living in an assisted facility and has no money to ransom me.

He kept scrolling and came across my son’s name. What about Chris? Do you think he might care what happened to his old man if the ransom isn’t paid?

I was so upset, and I have this sinking feeling inside that I could not even reply.

Albert said, Do you think anyone wants you back alive? Maybe nobody gives a shit what happens to you!

Now, I have you where I want you. I’m going to get all your money, then have your visa revoked, and get you out of my country.

Remember all those guys I introduced you to at the Kempinski Hotel when you arrived? Well they were good friends of mine and, all are connected to the PLA (People’s Liberation Army). They know all the ways to get you out of China".

Albert said, Actually, we already have someone to talk to about paying the ransom, and pretty sure they have the money.

The real question is, Are they willing to part with the money for your ransom?

At this point, I was close to pissing in my pants. I felt that this was not going to end well.

Then he said, "I know where your wife is! She is in