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“Sir, we found a dead body of a person killed in a mysterious way near the Cooum River. He must be at least 40 years.”
“Mysterious? I will be there in ten minutes. Inform forensic and photography departments to complete the formalities.”
“We will do that Sir.”
“Sweetheart, don’t say me that you have to leave at this time of the night”
“Idiot... I have to, because it’s my duty, sleep well”
I dressed up and started to Cooum River.
“When can we expect Siddesh?” DSP Rajesh shouted Rahul in anger.
“I am here…. Come Rahul let us move to the spot”
“Oh Shit... This is horrible...”
“Sir, this should be a planned murder”
“I hope so. Did we find any clues?”
“No, we didn’t”
I closely analyzed the body, “The dead man face is in deep blue color. His eyes are wide open, completely blue and blood has clotted in his eyes. His nose is completely filled with white color substance and it may be salt or any white powder. Some sharp substance is used to pierce his face skins. ‘REVENGE’ is the only word that strikes my mind.”
“The observer has observed” Rahul said.
After observing his body deeply I said, “Rahul, publish these pictures in paper to find their family members”
“Sure we will do that Sir”
“Or... Wait a minute. I don’t think this photo would help to find their relatives instead invert it to black and white and match it with the Voter’s ID list.”
“Sir, do you think the photo in the Voter’s ID will match with the original face?”
“That’s why I asked you change it to black and white” I smiled.
In about half-an-hour, Rahul identified the person using the voter’s list.
Name: Dayalan P
Spouse Name: Manjula D
Address: 23/93, Sivan Coil Street, Kasikuppam.
And found their family details too. We left to the above-mentioned address to unravel the mysteries behind his murder.
“Is someone there in the home?” Rahul shouted
A small boy came out of the house answering our question and I became wordless on seeing the little one.
“Where is your father Dayalan?”
“He must be drinking in any wine shop or he may be lying somewhere on the road or in his keep house”
I am shocked on hearing his weary answer. So I enquired about his mother. That’s when his eyes moistened; voice trembled, and he said, “Uncle, my mom died a month before because of gas stove explosion”. A tear is my response because my voice trembles to reveal about the death of his father but Rahul helped me to convey the news. We took the little boy with us to confirm the body. “Daddy... Daddy…” the little one screamed with tears and it took hours for us to complete rest of the formalities before the little boy dad’s funeral.
“Get me a cigar buddy,” I said to Rahul...
“I am happy for you dear. Congrats for yet another feather in your cap”
“Ish, it is not just a feather but a lesson”
“Lesson”, her eyes puzzled and my silence ignited her fuel.
“Lesson… I am confused. How did you trap the murderer?”
“Great. That’s how you closed the case?”
“Nah, the little one confessed the truth in our interrogation.”
“Revenge on DAD? What could be the reason?”
“I produced him before the court.”
“What did the judge say?”
“Imprisonment for the next five years for the little one”, a teardrop fell down when I said this to Isha.
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