“The inspector could have waited for the forensic team!" shouted Andrew while we were on the way back to our apartment, and I was thinking of a nice title for his new, simple case.
A few hours ago there was a knock on the door and Andrew said as he updated his facebook profile “That would probably be the inspector."
I was having my breakfast and knew for a fact that he would not open the door; I did and the inspector stood before me.
“Good morning inspector," I said greeting him and he just smiled looking at me and said to Andrew “I think you must come with me."
Andrew looked at him for a moment and asked “Well, you look exhausted! The crime scene is nearby isn’t it?"
“Stop it and rush with me!” insisted the Inspector.
Andrew giggled and stood up. He tapped on the inspectors' shoulder before both of them moved to the crime scene.
“Wait! I am coming!" I shouted. A moment later I rushed behind them down the stairs.
We crossed the street and briskly walked past a few blocks. Finally, we reached a three storey building. Before the building was an ambulance and a few police cars.
As we ascended the stairs, Andrew asked “So, what happened?"
Inspector explained saying “The housemaid called us saying her employer killed his wife for cheating on him. For some reason, he tied her before he killed her. We took him into our custody and he is now claiming that he didn't kill her and the cherry on top of the case is that he is the one who hired you to solve his case."
“Intriguing! Husband killed his wife and asks Andrew to prove that he is innocent?" I repeated. Without another word, all three of us entered the room.
We looked at the dead woman in her nightgown on the couch shot in her stomach. The housemaid was giving her statement to the policemen and the house was a mess. The quarrel they had the previous night might have gone a bit too far and I presumed that the heat of the moment might have made the husband attack.
“Inspector, give me a minute with the body. Tell your people to leave and let the husband stay" said Andrew as he still examined the body.
“So Mr. can you tell us what happened again?" I asked him as I pulled my notepad out.
“I have already told the police and I am saying it again! Although I tried to kill her, I didn't kill her!" shouted the husband.
“So you wished to kill her but unfortunately it was not you?" I asked again.
He said “I was the one who shot..." but for a moment he stopped.
“That's it then you are guilty" I concluded.
“Sir! I beg you to listen to me. I knew she was cheating on me and I confirmed it yesterday after looking at her right-hand wrist with some marks on it. So I decided to talk to her and sort it out but she started quarrelling with me. She walked out of the bedroom with her bedsheets and I left her alone. Seeing the marks I presumed that she was being physical with a person with whom she has been cheating. Now, please don’t assume I didn’t ask her, because I did and she refused to accept it. What made me furious was that she even tried to hit me before she left the room. That night, I slept for a while and woke up after a bad dream about my wife. I could not control my anger and what provoked me the most was that my wife couldn't confront me but was willing to be hurt by another person. In the heat of the moment, I took my gun and shot her during midnight as far as I remember, as she was lying on the couch silently like a dead woman. However, you must note that though I was the one who shot her, it is not me who killed her as she was already dead when I shot her." he said trying to assure us.
“What is this? You mean somebody killed her before you shot? Have you been on drugs lately? Andrew, this man is out of his mind lets go!" I said in a vexed tone.
“Lewis give me your phone and please call the police inside. He is not guilty," stated Andrew taking a deep breath and started folding his handcuffs.
I called the police inside and Andrew returned my phone and stated “Well, the husband is innocent although he tried to kill her. He shot her exactly at her stomach so that means if she was alive, she would have cried in pain and the marks which you see on her hand are not the marks that form after being tied. Actually, those are the marks of Ricin, a poison made out of castor leftovers and it seems like the murderer tied her with a cloth which was affected with Ricin. If you look at her, it seems like she went there to have sex with him. The lipstick, the makeup on her face, and the strong perfume are all the signs that she went to a person whom she liked the most; but his intentions were different. One important thing to be remembered here is that ricin is a slow poison and its reaction takes place after a few hours of injecting it. Probably a day, but it looks like the dosage was high enough, so it reacted quickly than expected. So inspector, go and catch the person with whom she was before she returned home and most probably the husband might be knowing who that is and I would suggest you be fast.”
Andrew turned to the husband and said “Please drop the cheque in my mailbox by tomorrow."
As we walked back the inspector asked “So what is the name of the person?” and the husband replied, “Who said it was a he?”
By the way, before I tell you what happens any further, let me tell you my name. I am Lewis and from now on I will be your narrator.
Walking through the corridor of that dreadful jail, I was still thinking how he could be murdered. I reached the spot he was laying upside down in one of the private prisons. But this time he was a bit lean probably due to jail’s food. I turned to inspector John asking “How did it happen in midst of such tight security?”
“Sir, I have a perfect explanation for this…” he replied.
Murder at jail!!!
As usual Tuesday’s morning was busy and sunny, the central jail was buzzing with all wireless and commandant was shouting and yelling at each of his juniors “I want everyone to examine keenly.” The final year exams of engineering were about to start. One of the most clever and cruel mind was about to give his exam.
“Sir, the exam council is online” said a junior after his phone buzzed.
“Yes, sir everything is set. You can send the invigilator” acknowledged the commandant putting down his receiver.
“Sir, may I come in?” Inspector John asked. Commandant gave a positive nod saying “Has he been shifted to the private cell?"
Before John responded Commandant continued “Make sure there should not be a single material which he can use to harm the invigilator and have you appointed the guards who will be guarding the cell? Because I don’t want to take any chance” the commandant spoke in an ordering tone.
“Yes, sir I have already appointed sub inspector Abraham and Murray.”
“Good… very good probably this time you are too serious on your promotion hahaha…” said the Commandant.
“Well what is he doing?” asked Commandant.
Meanwhile in one of the prisons Mr. Elves was preparing for the exam. Mr. Elves a man in his late thirties was the biggest criminal mind but still had interest in studying and was doing engineering through prison though being interested of being a biologist.
“Hey Elves…” cried Murray in his regular rude tone.
“No Murray he is “Mr. Elf” hahaha…” said Abraham teasing Mr. Elves.
“You morons can you chuck it or else you know what I can do” said Mr. Elves.
“Yeah… yea…… now like a nice girl strip and get ready for your exam” said Mr. Murray.
“You...” outraged Mr. Elves
“Aah… keep your pants down Mr. Elf” ordered Abraham.
Mr. Elves carried on with his work while Abraham opened the prison and Murray handcuffed him. Mr. Elves was taken to the special prison which was totally made up of steel. Inside the room only two tables and two chairs were placed in the middle. At the same time near the gate the priest arrived. He was checked by the door guards.
“Oh! Please don’t tear them they are exam papers” said the priest.
“I am sorry sir, what is this?” asked the guard pointing to a red cushion.
“Oh that’s my cushion for my piles, you know how they are” said the priest feeling shy.
“Yeah I can understand. Well you may go inside and be careful sir.”
“God bless you my child.”
The priest was accompanied by Inspector John to the private cell where Mr. Elves was seated. Abraham and Murray who were chit chatting at the entrance of the cell got into positions seeing John. They saluted Inspector John and Murray opened the cell. The priest entered the cell and Murray closed the door behind and Inspector John commands both of them to be alert, and leaves to his daily rounds.
“Well, let’s continue with your story although we have two and half hours to spare” said Abraham.
“Oh yeah but we also need to pay a bit attention to what’s going on inside” suggested Murray.
“Yeah… I know” said Abraham in a careless tone. It was all normal until two hours fifteen minutes. Suddenly the commandant’s phone rang and it was from the exam board. To his surprise, they said the priest was busy up till now and he was about to leave for jail right away. The commandant’s head started ringing and he immediately called Inspector John but unfortunately Inspector John was in his rounds. So the commandant rushed towards the private cell. Meanwhile Abraham opened the door and accompanied the priest to the main gate and he gave a nice send off to the priest. Commandant reached the cell and cried at Murray to open the door. Murray was totally confused hurriedly opened the door and to their surprise Mr. Elves was beaten to death. Both of them rushed to the main gates and ordered the guards to alert everyone. Anon alarms went on.
“This was what had happened” said Inspector John almost out of breath. “By the time I could reach it was all done.”
“I told you beforehand not to entertain those morons but you didn’t” said the Commandant furiously.
“Sir I am regretting for what has happened but…..”
Suddenly there is a movement in the dead body and everyone gets alert.
“He’s alive quickly take him to the hospital” cried Murray.
Murray called the compounders standing near the ambulance which arrived as soon as the sirens went off and he accompanied them. The ambulance tires screeched as it rushed towards the main entrance of the jail.
The ambulance siren was slowly fading away and detective Andrew shouted “Stop the vehicle! Go fast and stop it damn it you guys.”
“What’s the matter detective?” Inspector John asked Andrew while sending the guards and alerting all the officers from his walkie-talkie.
“Do you call yourself policemen? Can’t you guys even predict that blood dries in just sixty minutes and the mishap has just occurred half an hour ago which means it is not blood it was just red color water. Damn you morons!”
Andrew hastily opened the car door and requested Inspector John to accompany him. Luke started the vehicle and the engine roared to life. Andrew was still thinking about Mr. Elves while Luke was calling him. His touch made Andrew come out of his trance and Luke asked "Sir, why are you so much worried about a mere criminal?"
Andrew getting tensed checked his time and replied "He is not just a mere criminal. He is a friend of mine."
Luke was shocked and said "Wh ... What!!!???"
Andrew replied in a reassuring tone "Yes we were childhood friends and I don’t know how he changed so much.”
A Childhood Friend:
It was another day in school amongst all those bullies which made me loath my school. One day while I was being played by my friends, a pair of skinny legs appeared in front of me. He lent his hand and I stood up taking his support. He introduced himself as Elves and stopped others.
We became best friends and he was very good chess player apart from many talented aspects. We completed our under graduation from the same high school, after which he pursed life sciences and I pursued law.
After starting my service as detective I solved many cases. One day a case was issued to me and it encompassed the following details “A renowned scientist of national chemical laboratories was killed. The strange thing was that the scientist played chess with someone before his death. I thought it might be the killer he played chess with. To my surprise it was a perfect stale mate situation from the scientist’s side. However the cause of death was brain hemorrhage and that was because he was subjected to ultrasonic sounds.
Another clue was that the scientist held a queen in his right hand. Fun fact was it wasn’t the end of killings as series of murders took place in the same manner in just a time span of three weeks and scientist were being targeted.
The government was pressurizing me as I was in charge of the case. I reinvestigated the case and observed everything keenly and I was perplexed seeing the chess board arrangement and presumed it to be a coincidence as the playing pattern was same as that Elves.
I called him immediately to help me to solve this case. We had a nice time and that night after remembering those good old days & I told him about the case and showed him the photos of crime scene.
I asked him for a game so that we can study the case properly but something else was going on in his mind and he had almost killed me.”
Suddenly Luke stopped his car and turned back.
I replied saying “You know bats are the only living beings which can be hypnotized easily but to snap them out is a difficult task and Mr. Elves used it as a weapon”
That night while were playing the same stale mate situation appeared and he took out a rook from his pocket and opened it. From it came out a small bat. It flew near my ear producing some type of sound which was too irritating. He was controlling that bat using his hand gestures and he hypnotized the bat and to trigger it he used the word stalemate.
Luckily I guessed his move and caught his arm. However the bat did not stop and I was losing my grip.
“You got brains Andrew” he started with a cruel tone.
He smiled and continued “I thought you will arrest me as soon as we meet but you were asking for the killer's help to catch the killer himself.”
“The scientists I killed didn’t like my invention and rejected to present it in front of the world. Even when I had invented such a seed that can be grown anywhere in minutes and can be feed to any living being on earth he said no as humans have no potential to digest it. So I made a few changes in my invention and fed it to this bat and used it to kill him.”
While I was losing my consciousness my partner Mr. Stuart took control over the situation and arrested Mr.Elves.
Now that we are heading to his lab which is the place where his work is stored. We have no other option but kill him. As Andrew walked into the lab he saw Elves waiting for him. Andrew asked “After a long time my friend. How have you been?”
Mr. Elves laughed and was already guiding his bats to attack in the mean time Luke and John who just came in shot him down.
Every story starts with a situation and ends with a twist but my story started with a twist and ended in a situation. I happen to be a IAS aspirant and landed up in being a CEO of a fashion designing company. I didn’t even thought I would be making such a leap and its been almost two years my business is flourishing. Now I design for almost each and every actor of film industry, this was the time when I saw both of them out of my office like every model for the Grand photoshoot. Then in the next flash of light I saw her blonde hair and the hourglass body I was totally flattend by her. She was about 22 yrs and was perusing her M.com but wanted to be a model. I came out of my cubical and was observing her while my colleagues were screening her. Her smile was a magnet, it will attract anyone,and if you feel that’s nothing then the dimples will easily grab you inside them.
I went to the arena and called my junior photographer and asked for her profile. As her features suggest the name was also apt to her. Mayuri a common name but it was to a person who was not at all common. After the althose flashy lights when she descended the dice my heart was pounding as she approached towards me and I was like come on Harish you can do it. Well that’s my name Harish Malhotra and I am the CEO of this very gigantic fashion arena The Fuse. I was thinking to introduce myself to her but suddenly I heard a sound in midst of this beautiful moment and as I turned i just saw a total contrast of my latest visual experience. “Hello, sir my name is Sargam I am certified fashion designer….” A girl with bracels and a tanned skin with messed up hair was talking to me. She was resembling to one of the ghosts in The conjuring or the babadook or any other horror movie. Any person would be frightened to his core if he sees her even in broad day light. I was about to ignore her but one thing that came out of her ugly mouth stopped me from rejecting.”Sir, I presently design my clothes for Mayuri. She and I are friends right from our childhood.” That was the moment when I liked that black beauty “you are approved for my programme but on one condition you have to bring your very own model for the show” I knew she’s gonna bring her.
Later in the evening while I was coming out of the parking lodge of my company in my brand new Mercedes GT I had to hit the breaks hard to stop myself hitting a person right in fron of my car. In the bright Rays of LED I could just recognise the person was a girl but when she started running towards my car I was stunned that she was the one whom I saw jus an hour ago”Sir, please can you leave me till my house I have no vehicle and my bitch I mean my friend went away without saying a word damn I am gonna sue her. Sir, can you please…” that time she noticed that I was not at all listening to her I was totally in my dreamland again “sir!!!”
“oh.. yeah…please come sure” I said with a exciting and enthusiastic tone.
“thank you very much sir. By the way I am Mayuri Gupta. I am a model.”said she and lend her hand for a handshake.
I bolted my hand hastily but gave her a good hand shake and started my car’s engine.
All my way she was just going blah blah blah it was a bit nagging and irritating to others but it was like a nightingale singing for me. As I stopped after a mile driving she said” sir, do you believe in love at first sight??” I had no words on my lips and hell lot of question in my head how come she knew that I was lokking at her what is gonna she say etc. and then the moment came”I love you”those three words from her lips was enough for me giving a thunder shock at that moment I just wanted to get out of my car and dance like hell. While I was living in my moment she got out of the car and vanished in the dark. We both had all our 1st(s) right from our first date to our first kiss but not that one thing cautioned me was she said she smoked for the first time when we were on our date but she lied she had a cigeratte pack in her bag few days ago, I ddint bother to ask her I thought it was common in my field but why did she lied.
It was just a few days our love hearts just turned orange when I saw her with another guy, the way she was with him it did not digest to me”what boss whats the matter”I heard it from my back. The voice was from the beast whom now I look at her like a cupid. “Sargam.. yeah I don’t like what she is doing “can we for a moment be like friends not as an employee and an employer”
I gave a accepting nod.
“ya.. its like she is so with everybody. This guy might be her 48th I think. You know she is very reasonable”
“you are kidding right” I said with a half-hearted smile.
“no.. no .. not at all. I am with her right from our college 1st day so as far as I know she has many she had many and she is having many”
I was furious and raged but I took it calmly while we were on our way back home as our regular practice I asked Mayuri about her past life.
“why are you so intrested in my life, you know me I trust you so is this not enough for a relationship to be maintained.”
Her answer didn’t convince me I wanted to know everything about her so I went to the person who connected us. “please tell me everything you know about her and with proof” I was standing in fornt of Sargam’s house and pleading
“okay come inside I will tell you”she said and gestured me in I was not at all concerned with what she is wearing. She is always in long skirt and a top or some ethenic dress but at that moment I was concentrating only on what she is talking. She said each and everything about her right from her good d things to her bad deeds and I too had observed it many times sometimes she used to go offline very early but her last seen used to be some midnight hours. Slowly we two builded up a nice repo and she was my spy and she used to tell me what actually Mayuri was doing.
It was Mayuri’s birthday and she had called me to her room for dinner and she said we were going to have a bash It was winter and it was a very romantic weather I was trying to call mayuri to tell her I would be late but her phone was switched off and the thing alarmed me and I immediately went to Sargam.
“why is her phone switched off” I asked Sargam in my worrying and depressing mode.
“I am also trying for her from last half n hour but no response. I forgot to wish her. She was saying she was about to go to some ones place”
“not possible she called me to come but I was late so I was trying her phone I had texted her too”
“yea she said and later on she texted change of plan”
“where is she and what she is doing”
“relax have water first she said she was going for a bikini shoot”
“now!!! And with whom and to where” I was almost cold hearing this
“see Harish I told you she is not your type” she said sitting beside me and she gradually put her hand on my lap to console me.
“you know what you are way better than her.” Sargam was very nice and never ever used to talk to any boy unnecessarily. I should say she is the ugly but nice goddess at first I never used to like her but my ideology changed as time passed.
“ok.. lets have some drink” said she to take me out of my worries
I didn’t tell you she also drinks yeah my cupid drinks as its common in my field and in parties we have to else we are out of the league
She handed me a British mulberry gin after few drinks we were discussing all regular issues and I was looking at her mobile I saw photos of Mayuri in intimate with other guys and that bought me into a great outburst “I was thinking not to show you these”said Sargam ”calm down Harish…”
It was the time when I hugged her and after few minutes we were one we were almost into it and I was into her at that moment I realised she is not virgin and one thing hammered my brain at that time was how could I suspect her with just one photo and some rumoured talks how colud I how lame I was. I plunged from the bed immediately Sargma asked me”whats the matter”
“just shut up you bitch”
“I always wanted you and I always liked you I fell in love with you from the day I saw you in the office lobby please don’t leave me”
I was least concerned about her and banged her rooms door almost stumbling the stairs, ran towards Mayuri’s room as I break through the door the scene was devastating hundreds of question banged my head the two room kitchen apartment was wrecked like anything I saw a crippled person lying covered with blood from his head lying on the living room floor it was for the first time I saw him, he hardly lifting his hand directed me towards her room, she was worse state than the person in the living room, seeing through her condition I could make out she was assaulted and she was virgin which she had just lost it, tears erupted form my eyes I was feeling helpless I immediately took both of them to the hospital after few days I was acknowledged that the crippled person was Mayuri’s brother, the people who assaulted were sent by Sargam. They were the people whom Sargam and I met while I was trying to know Mayuri’s past, photos in Sargam’s mobile were on set photographs of a short film that Mayuri did during her college days. At that time I understood two things, virginity is just a physical state and not related to hearts next point accepting any person as it is is the first step of relationship.
This is my story oh yes I didn’t tell you about the situation I landed up, its not a big deal but it is a big dealing for me its been three years since we have been married and now Mayuri gifted me cutiest pair of twins I am confused with the names can you guys help me!
It was a full moon night, the light was carcassing Mr. Schindler’s bedroom when suddenly an axe clips off his head. I was reading The Daily sitting back in my lounge when Luke entered with almost half breath and asked me “Have you read the news?”
Luke is my assistant. He was actually doing his internship so that he could pass as a legal prosecutor from his renowned Nottingham University.
“So what’s the plan? When should I start my......”
“Wait! Luke, I don’t have any paperwork to do. So I am going to take over this case as it’s a very complicated and sensitive one.” Immediately my phone buzzed and it was Inspector Alfred, the officer in charge of Mr. Schindler’s case and an old friend of mine.
Luke and I rushed to the crime scene and Inspector Alfred was as usual standing as a fully loaded gun and is inspecting the crime scene curiously and anxiously. We exchanged looks to the astonishment at the crime scene. Mrs. Schindler was crying at one corner of the room while their servants carried an astonished and baffled look on their faces. I thought that’s because of sudden demise of their employer but as moved my eyes towards the bed I could see Mr. Schindler’s body lying on his bed and the surprised look of all the people was justified when his head was nowhere to be seen. It was missing from the crime scene.
Suddenly from nowhere a hand with a cup of tea appeared in front of me. It was brought by one of the servants of Schindler family. Strange servant but didn’t bothered to observe him much I accepted his offering and continued observing the body. I could judge from the situation that he was killed by an axe since the cut around the neck was clean and swift as if the axe was hit with great force and strength. Probably, Mr. Schindler didn't even get to know what’s going on before he was killed. I guarantee that whosoever the person may be he was either very strong or he knew how to use an axe for such a cut. But the biggest question which was storming my brain was where his head was. I could also see that there were no blood stains in any other part of the room. Probably cleaned? If cleaned when did he/she had time to do so much before anyone could notice, only possible when everyone is fast asleep but where was his wife while all this happened or is she the one who killed him. “Where were you last night ma’am?” asked her and I shifted my gaze towards her well she was filled with sorrow and no sign of any guilt as well as she still wears her wedding ring and recently cleaned so she is not the one, then who?
“I went to my daughter’s place and arrived soon as I got the message…”she said still sobbing but now louder an annoying emotion.
Anyone from outside well the room was totally closed it seems and not even a single trace of someone coming through the balcony could be seen and so this concludes that the murderer entered from the main entrance. Where is the head then? How did he carry? What was his purpose? And if he entered from the main door, then how could not anyone notice him?
“Who was the last one to enter this room?” I asked inspector Alfred.
“Only one servant that too when Mr.Schindler was not in this room in the evening for cleaning that’s it.” he replied showing me the statements he recorded during enquiry.
We were back to the office and my Rubik’s cube was lying in middle of all the papers still unsolved. I picked it up and with each flip of the cube, thoughts were rotating my head while I could listen to Luke giving me the Intel about the inquiry to Mrs. Schindler. My hands stopped as he said that one of the servants named Steve was from the native of Mr. Schindler and was hired just an year ago. I immediately directed Luke to Mr. Schindler’s native and asked him to find out each and every thing about Steve and Mr. Schindler.
I was invited for Mr. Schindler’s funeral the next day but my mind was still storming with the obvious question “Where was his head?” As soon as I reached the burial ground, all those rituals annoyed me. I could see Steve standing beside me and looking at the proceedings with great pity. He smiled looking at me and asked “Like me are you also an aesthetic?” I surprisingly nodded my head confirming his guess.
“I could see that you are bugged up with the proceedings” he continued.
“Yes… I don’t much believe in god and I am searching for answers, so...”
“Don’t worry, come I will take you to my house it’s just a few blocks ahead.”
“No thanks. I am fine.”
“This crematory usually annoys me too.” saying so he left.
After the funeral, I called Inspector Alfred to search the crematory. He was surprised but I assured him that I found the murderer and he would get Mr. Schindler’s head at his burial itself.
The next day I made to assemble each and every person of the house to the living room. The police finally found the head.
“What is going on here detective can you tell me?” Mrs. Schindler asked me curiously .
“Please be patient madam. As I assured you, I have figured out who the murderer is. To your surprise he is in this very room right now.” I said.
Police arrived as I completed my statement with Mr. Schindler’s head and Inspector Alfred questioned me “So, Who was it?”
“Mr. Steve please proceed. I don’t like to waste my energy.”
“Wh..whh…what do you think of me I…I… was not the one who buried the head there…”
“Ahh…. Then tell me Steve how did you knew Mr.Schindler. ”
“Leave it Steve, I will tell what happened. Mrs. Schindler your servant here Mr. Steve is also from your in-law’s place as you said during our inquiry. I had a doubt on him when he offered me tea that very day as to how could a person working whole day in the house have such dirty nails containing mud which usually is the case with gardeners. Then I sent Luke to your native place to inquire about his past. From there, I learned that your husband and Steve are relatives. Your husband was son-in-law to Steve. It was like Steve had a daughter and she was molested and cheated by your husband. While he was marrying you, she tried to oppose but Mr. Schindler’s father covered it all and insulted and harassed her badly. Poor woman couldn't take all that and decided to commit suicide. And Steve or I should say Mr. Damon met your husband as a poor guy and entered your house. And yes, Mr. Damon has a timber business and from his childhood he knows how to use an axe excellently. Am I right Mr. Damon or am I wrong?”
“Yes, yes, I did it I killed that bastard since he ruined my girl’s life. I purposely buried my girl’s body in this very city and vowed to her soul to kill him…”pleased he continued “and as promised I buried his head near her tomb as an offering. I thought if the head is missing, it would be impossible to solve the case and I would be living freely until my last days. But I am curious to know how you knew it was buried?”
“Mr. Damon as I told I had a doubt on you when I saw mud stuck in your nails and I confirmed it by your nativity and business. I was surprised to see that why would a servant attend his employer’s funeral until and unless he is very close to that person and my mind started ticking when you said crematory annoys you. So I just tried a blind shot and told Inspector Alfred to search the crematory and rest happened as you know.”
“You…”Mrs. Schindler shouted holding collar of Mr. Damon “take this man out of my sight. No matter what my husband has done. He is still a killer” Mrs. Schindler cried and started weeping.
“As said there is a reason behind every action we do in this world. Mr. Damon you could have approached legally to this situation but you took a path that might end up with your own life.”