Before Mr Stephen could finish his last words, i punched him square in the face and he staggered backwards and fell on the chair.
“You think i came here to joke, isn’t it? Where is the bag” i shouted as i pulled out the knife i picked up from the semi stunned Suriname driver.
He scrambled up immediately and walked with his back towards an open room, i followed him until i got to the door.
He grabbed a medium sized bag with many clothes and pulled out to the sitting room.
“Open it” I ordered.
“It is locked with a zipper” He said.
“Sit down on that long sofa right away” I said.
As he moved, i hit the zipper with the knife and carved a small mark, then i applied a lot of force and destroyed the bag.
After damaging the zipper, i stepped back and ordered Stephen to turn out the clothes one after the other. He did and searched until he brought out a baggy Jean that contained some Euros.
“Count it” I bellowed.
He counted the money and said it was €4600.
I grabbed it from him quickly and said, “I am leaving now. Your friend stole the money from me. Ask him when he return. You can continue searching but i will tell him what i took from the bag and he will know it is true” i said as i opened the door and motioned him to leave his phone and follow me.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
“No where, you are just seeing me off to the road. I have some money with me and i wouldn’t want some bad guys to jump on me” I said.
“He put down his phone on the table, got up and followed me down and out to the road. We stood there at a considerable distance until a Snoda stopped for us.
“I looked into the Snoda to make sure he was alone, then i opened the back door and sat behind the driver.
“Thank you Stephen, i will greet him for you” I said as the Volkswagen Passat car drove off towards Gasperplas Metro station.
I didn’t knock when i returned, i had locked everybody inside the house and left with the keys.
Kingsley was still on the ground while hs brother who was still tied to the chair was tired and worn out.
“I found €4600 in your bag. My balance is 400. Where is your wallet?” I said as i searched his pockets and found a €500 bill.
“This is it boys, we are done. I have my money now. I am going to escort you people out of the house and to the bus stop where you can get a cab to wherever you want. Don’t bother calling me or Police. I have the evidence of the e mails you exchanged with Mr Pete of Melbourne Australia. If you start any thing stupid, i will present it at the Police station and you won’t see the heavens for a very long time. Don’t ever come to this apartment, the owner is a hot tempered Suriname who have hit squads that kill for him. Whatever he do to you will be on your head” I said.
I pointed to a little far place and asked George to stand there with the gun while i cleaned the blood stains on the floor. I knew where every cleaning equipment was located since the apartment was where i lived with Robin back in my days in Bijlmer Amsterdam. After Cleaning up the place, I untied the already tired Barrister Jonathan and asked them to follow us outside; they obliged. We got to the road and stopped a snoda.
George and I entered and drove away as they waited for another one. I wanted them to know that we were no longer in the apartment.
We took the cab to the Amsterdam Centrum where Robin was playing snooker with his friend.
“I am leaving town this night” I said.
“We haven’t even discussed anything. I don’t know where you stay now or what you do. You just came here and did some business i have no idea of and announced you are leaving town” He said.
“I am going to Belgium for some other Business this night. I will let you know when we can sit down and talk. Things are somehow complicated at the moment but i will be fine” i said as i handed him a €200 note and said goodbye.
He rejected the money and said, “Just stay in contact, we will talk”.
We stepped outside and went to a coffee shop where we smoked and waited for Ricardo. I had called him while inside the snoda to the Centrum.
Ricardo met us 20 minutes later at the coffee bar. I took him to the bathroom and gave him his piece of metal together with €600. I figured since we added €2100 instead of the original planned €2000, it was good that i put some extra cash for him. Just like George, i knew that i may need him another time in the future.
Ricardo was still at the bar when we left and took a train to Breda, then to Brussels where we lodged in the same room for the night.
Around 6am the next day, i gave George €1000 and said, “I have returned every transport money you spent on this operation. This is for your time. We will keep in touch”.
He took the money and thanked me.
We walked down and out of the hotel and took a cab to The Brussels Central Station where we boarded a TGV train to Paris.
I went straight to the Orly airport and bought a ticket to Stockholm while George disappeared into the large sprawling city of Paris.
My flight landed in Stockholm some minutes before 4pm.
From the airport, i called Maria and asked where she was. They were all in the new apartment. Since i told them that Aunty Joy was in Italy, they transferred our belongings from the old to the new apartment. I told her that i will be in the house in an hour.
I called Berlin and instructed Kenneth on what to do with the money.
I told him to take out €400 for himself and send the rest to Stockholm with my name. I was going to withdraw that one on my own because i knew the source very well.
I also told him to pay attention to the rumours in Berlin. “If you hear anything about me, let me know” I had said.
I called Aunty Joy and told her that it was time to start sending my money to different parts of the World. First i sent her a name of another of my friend in Berlin. His name was Ralph, the cousin of Kingsley. We were all friends during my time in Berlin. I gambled with him because i knew that he will soon hear what happened between me and Kingsley. I believed that if he heard something like that, he won’t attempt to steal my money but i was wrong again.
Talk of the devil you know.