He could deal with the police, but press? He was attorney after all. Why should he be afraid of press? But his brain was not working as well as it could have worked. ‘My father is dead!’ This phrase was repeating often in his mind. He parked his car in front of his home.
As soon as he got out of his car, a dozen of reporters were falling on him. They were shooting the questions. “Sir, how did your father die?”. “Sir is it a natural death?” “Sir! Sir! Sir!
Rudran’s home (with DD dead it is alright calling it as Rudran’s home) was located in boat club, Chennai. It had a beautiful pond with lot of fish in it. But Rudran didn’t seem to mind it because he was more worried about DD’s death. He entered the home and around three police officers were present there.
A Police officer who looked to be a sub-inspector came near Rudran and informed him “Sir, your father has been murdered. And we already got information that he would be killed, but we thought it was one of the usual letters to threaten your father. But this person was serious.”
Rudran was very upset. He saw his father lying dead, near him there was a huge ellipse drawn with his blood and inside that ellipse Pears soap, a Nokia cell phone and a Sprite bottle were lying. And below that a phrase “I, now touched insult, save the next person if you can”, was written. And a sign “SOS-I'm feeble, polite ogre” was left too.
‘What does all this mean?’, thought Rudran. Rudran’s blood pressure was reaching the 170s. He had to attend his father’s case, but with his father dead what would he achieve winning the case. ‘It was his last wish, I should win the case for him’, Rudran made a decision inside his mind.
“Sir, What do you think? Your father seems to be the beginning of a series of murders!”.
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