I looked up and saw her watching me. She was exactly as I remembered. Tall, slim, curvy body and oval shaped face. Her beautiful face devoid of heavy make-up, just some light lip gloss. Her complexion dark and glistening and she was standing right here in front of me.
I quickly closed my notes. “Hello, Yinta isn’t it?”
“Yes I am Yinta. Mr. Dan Amos, I presume.”
“Please call me Dan and take a seat will you?”
She sat down gracefully and crossed her legs. Her legs were smooth. My heart was racing. I had dreamt of this moment for months and now it was happening. Really, truly happening.
“Would you like a drink? Wine? Soda? A Shake?”
“Actually can we get on with this? I have some errands to run and this isn’t exactly a fun meeting. What do you want from me?” She sounded so bitter and exasperated. I am not sure what I was expecting but the hostility oozing from this beautiful woman was surprising. I guess I thought she would be quivering and shaking and begging for some discretion. After all, I wasn’t the bad guy here. This beautiful woman was. She was the one caught in an uncompromising situation. She had everything – looks, generous husband, basically the 2.4 family and she was going to throw it all away! And all for what?
“Take it easy, will you? Relax, have a drink. Let’s just relax….”
“Listen you, Dan, whatever you call yourself. What do you want?” She hissed, her eyes taking on a dark look.
“Calm down. Life isn’t that complicated, you know.” I laughed, subtly of course.
“I have to go, I’m a very busy woman.” She stood up and was about to turn away from me.
“I’m sure you are. Sit back down,” I whispered sternly. She stopped in her tracks, took a look at me, saw the seriousness in my eyes and slowly sat back down.
“Now you listen to me. You will do as I say.”
“You said you had something that belongs to me….”
“Yes.” I cut her off. “And you’d do well to behave yourself and show some respect. I chided her. She looked at me unsure of what else to say.
“I’m sorry Dan.” She smiled awkwardly. “We got off on the wrong foot.”
“That’s much better. Why don’t you have a glass of water?” I beckoned to the waiter and ordered some spring water.
We were both quiet for about five minutes. I watched her closely. She stared at me, daring me almost, with her eyes. Boy, this was starting to pan out my way.
The waiter returned with the spring water, poured some into her glass and left. Yinta took a sip and looked straight at me with so much disdain in her eyes.
“Do you know who I am?” I asked.
“No, should I?”
“Well, you will now. See, I worked for your husband at Allsystems Inc. I’m one of the Business Analysts. Good guy, a bit of a workaholic but a nice man.”
“Ok. Thank you. So?”
“I was the gentleman who came to your house the day he returned home from the business trip to Algeria. Remember? On the 25th of August last year?”
“Look Dan, what is this? No, I do not remember; this is the first time meeting you,” impatiently she said. “You said you had something that might be important to me and that it was a matter of life and death.”
“Yes. Your husband—”
“My husband is dead” She almost yelled. “What do you want?” She hissed
“I know he’s dead. I know you killed him. You and that boyfriend of yours, what’s his name, Chief Osho.” I watched her closely.
She froze and I could see the fear in her eyes. Not so cocky anymore.
“What…why…..I don’t know what you….” I held my hand up as though stopping her from ‘fumbling’ any further.
“Spare me please. I saw what you and Chief Osho did last August on the 25th to be exact at about 3.39pm. Now don’t go getting any ideas because I have it all on tape and I have copies saved virtually.”
Tears started running down Yinta’s face. She was trembling slightly and I could barely hear what she said next and almost had to strain my ears to hear, “Ok….let’s talk. I will do anything you want…”
I smiled and said, “I have your attention now, so here’s what I want…”