Bughaloo could smell Hansen's intentions way before he had made up a firm decision. But Hansen neither raised his Glock nor raised his voice, "I didn’t kidnap her. I don’t have any idea how she came here. You won't believe but she was in fireplace last night and the rest from there is very strange…. I want to explain you other thing before you two leave this place –"

"It doesn’t matter what you have to say. Whatever you will say here will be nothing more than your imagination. You gave me the address on phone this morning…Ben Hansen." Bughaloo said, still clutching his daughter's arm.

After Hansen knew Bughaloo knew him by his name then he had no other option left in his mind. For whole day, he was inside his house and he didn’t even have a single clue when he had used telephone to call someone, let alone anyone could have done it.

Hansen was in conspiracy and he was aware of it now. Whether Marcello was behind it or anyone but he was doing this thing with perfection.

"You've got money and she's safe. I don’t want anything better than this and don’t want negotiation to go worse either. At least, let her go and you and I will be the ones to talk about what you are trying to explain right now." Bughaloo said persuading.

"No, not until I think it's better time to let you two go. Till that time, you're my hostages here…err…guests maybe," Hansen made a bizarre offer, "and if you two dare to move then I'll shoot both of you right here." Now he showed them his Glock 26. He knew if he let them go then they were sure to report everything to police.

His biggest problem was them knowing his name.

Hansen spotted a rectangular bump in pant pocket of Bughaloo. He had brought his cell phone to there.

"Take your mobile phone out right now! NOW!" Hansen roared, walked backwards and locked the door.

"Smash the phone on the floor now." he commanded with his voice raised much more higher than his previous words.

Looking Bughaloo hesitate to do it he pointed his gun at his daughter and said, "Do it…or you know what can be done with this…"

Bughaloo's face looked as if there was not a single drop of blood left within it. The vampire like man raised his stick like hands, with mobile, but smashed on Hansen's face instead.

Whether he had broken his phone or not but it had broken his nostril in some scale. He just had heard bone break and blood oozed berserk from the left nostril.

Being hit on nostril stunned him. He didn’t know whether he still had grip on his gun or not but he sensed both in attempt to break - out.

You can fix your nose later. You have money! He convinced himself as realized he still had gun in his hand. Something hard hit on Hansen's hand. Bughaloo was using his childhood's favorite baseball bat with red YANKEES imprint. Perhaps Bughaloo wanted Hansen to leave his gun but he didn’t lose it. Or maybe he had swung the bat to fracture his back or break his head.

Anyways he didn’t do any of the work.

Blows stopped and his right arm felt nothing. He had no sense if he was moving it or not. He just switched gun and held it in left hand.

He saw Bughaloo struggling too to rotate the tight door knob which had been jammed since weeks due to oxidation. Last night the child had struggled and tonight it was the father who did it.

Hansen was on his knees but still the situation wasn’t even for Bughaloo. He again raised his gun, with moving hand, and aimed at them with little to no accuracy. One second nozzle was fixed on daughter and on the next second on father. Inaccuracy was what he felt at the time along with pain.

He didn’t have to say anything in the moment. Everybody understands language of violence.

But Bughaloo didn’t stop. His attempt to unlock it was still on. The fear didn’t exist for him because since the moment he had entered in the house, only thing Hansen had done was threatening. Hansen wasn’t responding to them in the way a criminal responded.

Other person, other day, Bughaloo would have been killed.

"You!" Hansen screamed and pressed the trigger, hoping the bullet would hit somewhere near his shoulder. But it hit on the chest of fragile man. Bughaloo gasped with pierced lungs and knelt for some seconds with eyes looking for nothing. Hansen saw Bughaloo's white shirt slowly turn into dark red.

Within matter of seconds Bughaloo fell on the floor face first and it was the last movement he ever did.