The diary of a criminal

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Chapter 3 (v.1) - An expensive hostage

Submitted: October 20, 2012

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Submitted: October 20, 2012



 Day 3

“This is pure gold, isn’t it?” Bryant said, examining a decorative piece on the side table of my bed.

“Yes,” I replied, looking at myself closely “How I look to you, Bryant?”

Bryant raised his head.

“Classy.” He replied, smiling “You look classy. Are you planning to go to a party?”

I chuckled in reply.

“That’s good,” I said, turning to Bryant “Because I may look classy to you but I’m wearing a bullet proof jacket underneath this suit.”

Bryant nodded.

“I still think you shouldn’t go.”

“They said they have something important.”

“That’s psychology. You use it to trick people too.”

“Oh, you don’t know anything about my job.”

“Huh. Well, you’re on your own, bud. I like your mansion and I’m staying here.”

I shook my head and started walking out of the door.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” I called out to Bryant one more time.

“Sure.” He called back.

“Alright then,” I called back “But you are going to miss some enjoyable deaths.”

“I’m a doctor, Evan,” he replied “I watch people die everyday. Most of them are usually injured, shot, beaten up, poisoned or sliced up by you!”

I chuckled again and left.


“So, boys,” I said, standing up “What did you have to show me?”

The gang glanced at each other. Then one of them stepped forward.

“You killed our man a few days ago,” he said, placing his hands in his jacket pockets “But we have something you might like. Are you interested?”

“Just show me.” I snapped at him.

Two more came forward holding a big bag. I tilted my head to get a closer look but I couldn’t really figure out what was inside it. The one who had talked to me before opened the zip and I peered inside. There was nothing worth my interest inside.

In it lay a young girl with short hair and pale skin. She was unconscious. I made a face and looked up at them.

“What’s this?” I said, pointing down at the girl.

The first man made a surprised face. Then he proudly closed his eyes and raised his nose in the air.

“This,” he said, proudly “is the daughter of the country’s best spy.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“So?” I said.

“So? So? Don’t you see it? My friend was right when he said you could take a hostage. Look at this girl! That guy would do anything to get her back!” he cried.

I sighed and looked down at her again. Her hair was messy and sprawled over her face. I looked at her doubtfully.

“Alright then,” I replied “I’ll take her.”

I turned to my driver.

“Put her in the back of the car.” I ordered him.

He nodded and reached out for the bag when the man stepped forward.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said, softly “I never said I’m giving her to you. But if you’re interested then I could sell her to you for……let’s say….two million dollars.”

I glared at him. At that moment I just wanted to shoot him.

“It’s too much,” I replied through clenched teeth “I’ll give you one.”

“Fine, make it one and a half.”

“She doesn’t even look like she costs anything. You’re selling me a piece of junk for one and a half million dollars.”

“Take it or leave it.” The man snapped.

I groaned and pulled out my check book, wrote down the value and threw it at him.

“Here,” I said, bitterly “Now beat it!”

“Thank you for shopping with us.” The man teased and they all ran off in the dark.

I sighed again and got into my limo. My driver placed the bag in the back and sat down on the driver’s seat. He started the car and we were on our way home.

“I just hope that this girl is worth one and a half million dollars.” I groaned.


Bryant leaned forward as my servant opened the bag. I crossed my arms and leaned back on the couch. The servant opened the zip and held the bag upside down.

The girl, still unconscious, fell facedown on the carpet.

Bryant stood up and walked up to her.

“So this cost you one and a half million dollars, huh?” he said, smiling.

I groaned in reply.

Bryant sat down on his knees and placed a hand on her.

“She looks sick,” he murmured after a while “and weak too! They’ve drugged her.”

I pressed my lips together.

“But…” I said, standing up “She’ll stay alive for a while, right?”

Bryant frowned.

“I’m not really sure. Her pulse rate is too slow, she growing very weak and she has a slight fever. And to top it all, that gang drugged her, which made her condition even worse.” He told me.

“I knew it. They tricked me into buying a dead body.” I walked up to the girl and kicked her.

“No! What are you doing, Evan?” Bryant cried, coming between me and her “She’s not dead yet but if you treat her that way then she will surely die before you get your power.”

I nodded and looked down at her again.

“So what do I do with her?” I asked him.

“Well, she needs well rest and food. That’ll improve her for sure.”

“What about medicines?”

“No, no. I can’t give her any medicines. Her body is too weak to have any. But she does need an IV drip.  Can you arrange all that for her?”

“No. I’d rather watch her die slowly.”

“Well, she is worth a lot. You paid so much for her and you’ll become ever richer when you return her to her parents.”

I nodded and placed my hands in my pocket.

Bryant wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up. He placed her on the couch and we both bent down to look at her face. When I saw her face, I gasped.

“No!” I screamed “That’s not his daughter. That girl doesn’t even look like she’s from this country! I’ve been deceived!”

“Calm down, Evan.” Bryant cried “That’s not his daughter but-”

But nothing!” I screamed “I’ll get those fools for tricking me. They just picked up a dying girl and sold it to me! I’ll get them for this! You!” I pointed to the servant. “Pick her up and lock her away somewhere out of my sight.”

With that I stormed away to my room. As I did, I could hear Bryant talking to the servant.

“Don’t harm her,” he told him “She really is very precious to that spy.”


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