If Hansen had seen her message then he would never have imagined to do all this stuff. She had also noticed this man wasn’t her husband with a prank idea. But she didn’t have any hint about who this man was.

She attempted to scream but he put his rubbed gloved hand on her mouth and pushed her down to the floor. She was so soft so it didn’t take much effort for him to do so. He imagined of Stanley who hanged around with her all the time like a best friend. He felt pity for her at the moment. She was scared as hell after seeing the gun. She just sat on the floor with wide open eyes full of horror.

Hansen always had wondered why he used to feel something bad was going to happen with Elaine. His intuition was turning out to be real as the reason was looking to be himself. He could not kill the 5.5 feet girl who had just turned twenty. In past, he had killed her husband.

Hansen remembered little Bughaloo girl and then melted down but didn’t weep. He was in no mood to do this act.

"Elaine…just keep quiet. You know, these days I hate noise from any women." Hansen spoke by making his sound rough.

"What do yeh – yeh –" she mumbled.

"I just want to forget about what shall happen here."

"A – are a –a are yeh," she sobbed, "Where's Stanley?"

Hansen felt like The Great Sphinx from Egypt had just fallen on his chest.

"Who’s he?"

"Yeh are here ter rob right?" the Irish ascent was audible.

Hansen spoke nothing. If I kill her then I will never be able to live in peace. He forgot about the money he had now.

For the next five minutes both of them spoke nothing. They just stood immovable on the same posture all the time. Hansen was more terrified than she was. He was searching for an alternative except harming her but he didn’t know how he was going to do so. He needed to get out of the mess he was in.

"You know, Elaine, my wife had left me many – many years ago," then he paused for a while before continuing, "If you were her then I would have been disposing your corpse instead of giving you mercy." With those words he saw her sob in moonlight through the window glass. She had worn red T Shirt with black jeans and wore stylish sneakers. She must have been fond of sneakers. A handbag was also on the floor.

"Where's Stanley?" she asked.

Hansen waited for the cop but he did not come.

He had been watching the fancy handbag when her mobile phone ran from there. Hansen hesitated first but allowed her to get the mobile. She looked at the screen first.

"Who's he?" Hansen frowned.

"Stanley…" she said and showed him the screen. Hansen was devastated. How can a dead person call someone who is alive? He was dead a long ago. There was a chance of someone discovering the corpse. He cursed himself for having trusted a half - wit waiter.

"Receive it." Hansen commanded, "I want speaker on."

She did so and the voice from other end spoke which was not of Stanley, "Elaine Peplinski speaking?"

She looked at Hansen first and said with nod, "Yes."

"You are in your house?" as the male voice spoke she was sure he wasn’t Stanley. She could hear, "Is she the dead man's wife?" in the background. She noticed her husband no more existed then after.

She spoke in lowest voice as possible, "Anderson Island, Western Coast." Then she panicked but Hansen's old ears had no chance to hear her telling address to the cops. "Cabhair liom! Tá duine éigin ag iarraidh a mharú dom."

She did not know but she had done a fatal mistake by telling cops to help her in Irish. Hansen was fluent in Irish as well.