Frank sat on a chair with a carton of beer, he started to think about his line of career and wondered if it was only the money that lured him in.
One of the problems with being a transporter is that client sees you as more of a tool than a person but when this treatment gets out of hand, then things get ugly. Sometimes he wished that he had never ventured into this business maybe then his daughter will be safe instead of being kidnapped,he took out his phone and dialed the unknown number.
"seems you came to your right senses Mr Frank,but you are sure a surprising person. " said the man.
"Okay I'll take the job but on one condition." said Frank. I see my daughter.
"You will see your daughter when I want you to" replied the man "not when you want to. Have a nice day."
Wait, you never talked about when and where we'll meet and you haven't given me a clue about the supposed job" said Frank.
"patience Mr Martin, we will soon meet, I just need you to whip yourself into shape cause what you gonna do is gonna require all your skills" said the man"
'Goddammit he hung up on me"
yelled frank,"that son of a bitch is going to pay for this".
Frank went down to the garage and took his Ashton Martin and drove off over to tarconi .
