It was half past ten when Deighan came inside Peplinski's house. He was pleased because the boy had not locked the door. Meeting Stanley was just a minor thing because tonight he was going in Hansen's house as well.

"Stanley!" he shouted all the way.

"Wake up lad! I've got a work for you."

Instead he heard a man and a woman gossip. He was sure the light sounds of talking were coming from the bedroom. Deighan heard feminine voice of giggling and laughter. So was the male voice.

"Enjoying huh?" he shouted to cause interference but the voices didn’t give a damn to him.

In the background he could hear faint sound of cars on street. Night time's silence made him hear sound of automobiles more than a mile away. Deighan drew closer to the door and kept hearing stupid words of the voices.

Deighan knocked the door but the voices didn’t show any interest in night time visitor again.

"Open the door!" he knocked hard as he felt something absent with him. Deighan roared and broke the door. The room was dark and someone –a girl, lay on bed. Only source of artificial light was a mobile screen.

He could hear vehicles coming nearer and nearer to the house and he froze right there. There was a trio of patrolling vans and then around a dozen of cops ran down. Deighan couldn’t understand anything until he saw a gun on the floor. He picked it up and smelled the nozzle. The gun was used and the victim was on the bed.

The voices had come from video played on mobile phone. They had once recorded their conversations in leisure for memories. Also of the man who was supposed to be inside the room – Stanley, wasn’t in there.

Cops entered inside the house within seconds. Deighan felt he was doomed when he realized what was missing from him. He took his hand to the right side of his waist.

He felt hollowness in there when cops climbed up and entered inside the room.

Meanwhile Hansen was inside his house after murder of Elaine. He was the one who had played video and had seen Deighan enter inside the house which was now surrounded by the cops. Hansen thought he had fractured his ankle because he had heard sound like wood break. Maybe he had landed on a twig while jumping from window when Deighan was about to get in. But whether it was twig or bone, it was painful.

Inside his house, his hands came out from rubber gloves covered in sweat. His hand was free. His hand was free!

He was supposed to be holding something but his hand was free.

"Oh Jesus! I dropped my gun in there!" Hansen frowned.

Hansen limped and started to search his car key. He had to run in any condition. If cops had found Deighan then he was going to take no time to mention about Hansen.

"Where are the damn keys?" he searched on the tables and in the drawers. He pulled one drawer by hoping a key would show up.

As he pulled the second drawer then he saw a shining Glock 26 Pistol along with the key beside it.

Hansen's eyes tore open. He realized that he never had used his gun in Peplinski's house. Last night, when Deighan had come to search his house then he had left his gun by mistake. Both guys had same type of pistol. Almost everyone owned a Glock 26 in Anderson Island.

But why would a cop use a cheap weapon instead of reliable Magnum? Since he had used rubber gloves in the house, the gun only had Deighan's fingerprints. The phone call from Elaine and Deighan being discovered in such condition could mean nothing else than he was murderer.

All now Hansen required doing was to stay patient, calm and stay inside his house. He waited for almost twenty minutes and witnessed a cop being arrested. He feared the cop would approach to his house and will take him along with them but nobody came.

He saw people gather and later witnessed the lights of cars get away until he only could see stars as source of light.

At the time Deighan had not mentioned about Hansen but he was sure he would anytime soon. Hansen had no great objection in it because he would be driving miles on I – 5 until the cops reached to his house. All he needed to do was waiting till crowd was gone because he couldn’t afford digging out the briefcase from the small pit he had dug last night. It couldn’t fit a person in but it could fit what man needed – money.

Lots and lots of them.