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

She didn’t make any sound except sound of gulps.

"Screw the name, who brought you here?" he snapped while she kept looking at him with every bit of contempt within her.

"You little slut. You're lucky , I ain't hurting you anymore." he said and looked at a missing lower frontal tooth.

He hadn’t even taped her mouth back when he heard knocks on the door. Seconds later, the sound of knocks were followed by the noise of doorbell. He had no idea when was the last time his doorbell had rang. In fact, he had almost forgotten about it.

"Marcello?" he asked himself.

The person outside was likely to be Marcello. He clutched his gun and moved his attention to the door from the girl. The girl looked pale when she spotted a gun in the same hand. This time, no tapes were required to keep her silent.

He inched towards the door and without even thinking for the second time, unlocked the door and aimed on the face of person outside.

The man standing outside looked to be wealthy man by his shirt and pant he wore. The man wasn’t in cloak and didn’t look mysterious from any avenue. Neither he had any rucksack with him but he could see a medium sized briefcase raised along with his hand in gesture of surrender.

Can he be Marcello?

The man was almost of his age and perhaps was half a foot shorter than he was. Standing on the stairs down the door made him look like a hobbit or a leprechaun.

"Give me back my daughter. I've got the ransom as you had told me…" he mumbled like he was sobbing. Slight rain and flashes on the sky made Hansen feel Déjà vu.

Looking at Hansen who wasn’t responding, the man nod and squinted at the briefcase, "It's a million. As much as you had demanded.”

Hansen was laughing stock. A MILLION! And he was going to dump her somewhere in I – 5 tonight! For a moment, Hansen couldn’t stop himself from falling on greed. He had upper hand on the condition. He was accompanied by gun, daughter and the terrified man along with the briefcase.

"Please…" the man said and Hansen knew he was weeping.

"Daddy!" the child's shout came from inside by hearing her father's voice. Still see couldn’t see him because her father was blocked by Hansen.

But he didn’t care for the child's shout.

He grabbed handle of briefcase, lowered his gun to the floor and cleared the way. For short period of his life Hansen was an abductor.

Gratefully, the man ran inside and hugged his child by adding more tears in the eyes as soon as he had spotted her. He wasn’t comfortable to see her feet tied up but was grateful she was alive.

Hansen had no idea where her father had come from and handed him juts a million. When he sneaked by opening the briefcase the piles of dollars scared him and almost make him petrified. He kept looking at the bundles of arranged money in dim light of lightening. He could see the light from sky fall on the cheek of old man wrapped around his daughter.

Hansen felt like kick in his gut. He couldn’t ignore the feeling because it is human instinct when the danger is detected by human body.

"Come on! Daddy's gonna take you home." Bughaloo said and got ready to move on with his daughter.

The moment Mr. Bughaloo and his daughter had turned their faces at Hansen, they understood the gun wasn’t pointed at the floor anymore as it was. It was partially pointed at them like Hansen was doing it with half heart.

Hansen had put briefcase down but not the gun which made Bughloo's suspicion grow. He still stood on the way with his face very similar to a man just released from mental asylum.

"I didn’t kidnap your daughter…" he managed to say at him, wondering if it was right moment to say or not. He didn’t even have idea if he should be telling this looking at the million lying on floor.

Bughaloo was ready to leave and he had left him so much money which would take him another three decades to earn by his labor job.

He made up his mind. Money was going to stay with him and, for some times, the giver as well…