LOVE TRAIN : THE HEART OF A WOMAN (Part 19A)

Stella’s story continues
Gutso led us to a small room
at the east wing of the
building where Kelvin was
helplessly blindfolded and
tied to a chair. He gave us
no chance to at least say hi
to Kelvin before leading us
back to the entrance door.
“you have seen your man
huh, now let’s discuss my
money” he said seriously,
searching us with his eyes.
“why are you doing this?” i
asked. He scoffed and shook
his head.

“i’m tired of being an errand
boy to old ladies like you
who think the world
revolves around them. I
need good money” he
sneered.
“so everyone likes taking
advantage of me. Okay” i
hissed, while the agent
pinched my left hand,
signalling me to keep quiet.
“you are getting only a
million from us, because we
want this to end peacefully”
he addressed Gutso coldly..
“are you serious?” he asked
the agent who nodded in
affirmative.
“if that’s the case, you guys
should just go home. I’ll try
getting my money
somewhere else and if that
fails, hmmmm, i’ll simply cut
the hostage into pieces and
send his body parts all over
the city with your name and
phone number written over
it. You will have a hard time
exonerating yourself from
the mess i will create. Don’t
let it come to that” he
threatened me.
“fine we got your point.
Three million” the agent
offered.
“five million or forget it”
Gutso insisted, drawing a
fierce look from the agent
who slowly nodded.
“fine you will get your
money this evening” he said
to him.
“i feel like detaining one of
you. No hard feelings, just as
insurance” Gutso said,
staring at us with suspicion.
“of course you aren’t dumb
to think only one of us is
raising such a huge amount
for you. I’ll withdraw half
the money from my bank
while my sister does the
same from her bank, unless
you want us to get the
money one after the other,
which you know will make
this deal spill over to the
next day” the agent asked
intelligently.
“fine you win. Go get me my
money” Gutso answered,
letting us go and equally
signing his downfall with
such a decision.
Supposing he succeeded in
detaining one of us, our
plan would have been
messed up.
As we left the compound
and hurried to our car, the
agent sent a sharp signal to
his colleagues who instantly
landed within seconds. A
Toyota bus carrying five
armed agents pulled up
close to my car in a
commando fashion.
“move in, move in, suspect
is armed and alone, watch
out for snipers. Hostage
identified in the east wing”
the agent screamed at his
colleagues who were very
ready for a show down. But
just as they made to move
into the compound, a
gunshot came from
nowhere destroying my car
windscreen and sending
everyone down. We all took
cover, while three more
shots from the same
direction came flying over.
It was obvious Gutso was
equally ready for a
showdown…
To be continued.