She better get sucked in by the fucking chimney, he wandered to search for the little girl in the house which he had thought was a small one. His thinking ability had given up on his head for a long time. He had sensation slight breeze hit his face, drying the sweat of his face through the window. The curtains waved like they were calling him. The window was unlocked and as far as he remembered, he wasn’t the one who had done it.

Hansen rushed and looked down through the window like he was going to vomit his digestive enzymes from there.

The child was down on the bushed without any movement (at least he couldn’t spot any from the height of fifteen feet). She had fallen from the window while she was tackling it to cause sound.

Hansen guessed she was dead but saw her try to get up. She was still alive and looked as if no harm had done because of Hansen's love for bushes. He wanted to kill her there but he thought of an idea which would leave both of them unharmed. He didn’t need to think for this matter twice. Once he was done with the little girl he could he could find who Marcello was and why he was coming to his house.

Five minutes later, the girl was locked down in the basement which looked more like a dungeon without any window and where she could neither tackle nor stomp. She could do it if she wanted to have herself injured on the concrete.

He looked at the fireplace without ashes with question in his mind. When he will be able to light it up again?

A second later he wanted the child dead.

Nothing happened for the rest of day. Neither he left his house nor did he see anybody come in there. This time, he didn’t put his Glock 26 in his drawer. Instead he found out the silencer and had affixed it on the nozzle. On hourly basis, he would go to the basement and sometimes made her eat something under his supervision and again taped her mouth back. He didn’t want to have conversation with the girl and guessed she didn’t want either.

He didn’t care, now, where she had come from because he was going to leave her in I – 5 Highway down in a minor route which connected with Portland. He didn’t want her to come back in her house with some cops when she was retrieved with allegation of being abducted by hi

Journey from Anderson Island to Portland from I – 5 was going to take a long time. He decided he was not going to step in Portland but was going to leave her some miles inside Oregon State. Throughout the journey, she was destined to be blindfolded and he wasn’t going to be the one who was going to remove them as they reached in there.

For the entire day, Hansen hadn’t slept. He just wished his thousands of eye blinks would recover his sleep but he knew it was nothing more than another insane idea. Making it worse, he had to drive on I – 5 almost for the whole night in his old Ford which had required too much maintenance in the past. It was a second hand car which he had bought just for $15000 just in order to fulfill his desire to be owner of car. The second hand car was had no date tagged in it showing for how long its previous owner had been driving it. The model looked to me first manufactured in middle of seventies.

Hansen didn’t even remember talking to her because they never had. The child was sure Hansen was the one who had kidnapped her. Every time Hansen had passed through her sight, she would follow him with her raged pupils until he was out of her vision range.

The child could even spot a vitiligo on Hansen's left wrist which used to be hidden beneath silvered colored Quartz watch. Looking at the vitiligo would accidentally make her look at the watch which would make her aware of the time she had spent inside the basement.

It was almost ten at night when Hansen made up his mind to walk with her in the automobile. Till the time, he was looking for traces of Marcello. He hoped he would come but nobody came for the exact anticipated moment.

Even if Marcello would come, he was going to discover a deserted house.

Hansen thought of a better idea. Talking to her made sense now. . He had thought Marcello to be the reason she was in here. Maybe the rucksack had the child stuffed like cotton in there. Getting rid of her was just one half of the job. The rest of work was to deal with interrogations of Officer Deighan who had said he would come following day again to ask about Marcello. Hansen wouldn’t be surprised to see him arrive with arrest warrant next day.

An imagination lifeless piece of paper made him shiver with the thought of bars in front of him. It seemed scarier when he thought of a black cloth falling on his head and the land under his soles just held tight courtesy to a lever.

He removed tape and pulled out stuffed handkerchief from her mouth. Each drop of her saliva was soaked by the cotton handkerchief and on her red mouth walls were small cotton buds looking more like maggot eggs. She was in desperate need of water but the bitch would not beg.

After she drank half bottle of water Hansen thought she was ready to talk, "What's your name?"