something to do with this girl. I said the same thing to you a few years ago. I know you killed your wife as well. All these years, I’ve not had a chance to get on your case. With this young, dead woman, I’ve got my eyes on you and your son … Monica’s death will not go unavenged, I promise you,’ hissed Khan.
The door of the morgue swung open and a figure in a thick denim jacket sashayed in. Chris seemed oblivious to the presence of Inspector Khan and his father. He came closer to take a good look at the corpse, and, as Inspector Khan quietly studied him, Joe fidgeted. His foolish son had picked the wrong time yet again. And in the wrong place, as well.
Chris seemed palpably horrified in the dim light. Inspector Khan was studying him intently. Chris covered his mouth with his palm and whispered, ‘Oh, my God! It’s Monica! The poor wretch! Look what the devil did to her!’
Joe grabbed Chris’s arm and said, ‘What are you doing here, you idiot? Why did you come here? Let’s go!’
‘I knew her, Dad! She was a friend, Dad. Someone very close to me once upon a time. Look at what the devil did to her, Dad … ’ repeated Chris, tears welling up in his eyes. His breathing had grown erratic and drops of perspiration dewed his forehead despite the freezing temperature in the morgue.
‘You fool! You were always unwanted. By this dead girl, by your mother, by everyone!’ thundered Joe, disgusted to see the tears in Chris’s eyes, ‘when will you ever learn?’
‘Show some respect for her, you two. Get out now, or do you want me to throw you out?’ Inspector Khan’s voice was menacingly soft.
As Joe and Chris walked away, Chris began to sob hysterically, ‘Dad! Please tell me that the devil did this! … Please!’
FOUR
A Night to Remember
Hickory, dickory, dock; the mouse ran up the clock ,
Trapped in a dungeon, dazed, and in a state of shock!
Naïve and dumb, pretty girl in a white, satin gown ,
You opened the door to a stranger when the sun went down?
You turned your back on him without a care ,
Lost in lust, you should have been more aware ;
Blood on my hands, I’ll make you my bride ,
Blame your vanity, your arrogance and your foolish pride
I won’t let you get away, you cheap, immoral whore ,
I’ll punish you for your follies till you’re gone!
You make me angry! So I smile! You’re a pathetic sight ,
Praise the Devil! For he’s going to feast on your soul tonight!
—The Predator
Return of the Morons
It was almost 5 a.m. Chief looked out of the window as Derek brought Motormouth, their sexy beast of an SUV, to a halt at the railway crossing. Goose and Hound were snoozing in the backseat. The roosters hadn’t begun crowing as yet. Having spent a month in the harsh mountains, the four morons had only seen dawn from the other side of the clock.
The rising sun blazed on the horizon, bathing the sky in shades of tan and orange. The world was waking up to a spectacular sunrise. Life in the idyllic surroundings still lay snuggled in slumber. It was only the village curs that barked now and then. They were probably the only ones who’d sensed the predator on the prowl.
Daybreak was actually a welcome change. Having driven for six bone-jarring hours since midnight over Armageddon roads with more potholes than tar-covered patches in between, Motormouth could have beaten any human toy sent to a faraway planet to study the landscape.
It had been a long drive down from Ladakh in Jammu and Kashmir, and now after four days of driving, they were entering Maharashtra. The terrain had been treacherous and unpredictable in the North. Derek was a good driver and seemed to enjoy navigating the spiralling and corkscrewing roads.
Crossing over the flatter plains of the Ganga, the drive was smoother although the patches of slow moving traffic in the congested towns reduced their speed considerably. They were drawing closer to their destination which was in a border town between Maharashtra
The door of the morgue swung open and a figure in a thick denim jacket sashayed in. Chris seemed oblivious to the presence of Inspector Khan and his father. He came closer to take a good look at the corpse, and, as Inspector Khan quietly studied him, Joe fidgeted. His foolish son had picked the wrong time yet again. And in the wrong place, as well.
Chris seemed palpably horrified in the dim light. Inspector Khan was studying him intently. Chris covered his mouth with his palm and whispered, ‘Oh, my God! It’s Monica! The poor wretch! Look what the devil did to her!’
Joe grabbed Chris’s arm and said, ‘What are you doing here, you idiot? Why did you come here? Let’s go!’
‘I knew her, Dad! She was a friend, Dad. Someone very close to me once upon a time. Look at what the devil did to her, Dad … ’ repeated Chris, tears welling up in his eyes. His breathing had grown erratic and drops of perspiration dewed his forehead despite the freezing temperature in the morgue.
‘You fool! You were always unwanted. By this dead girl, by your mother, by everyone!’ thundered Joe, disgusted to see the tears in Chris’s eyes, ‘when will you ever learn?’
‘Show some respect for her, you two. Get out now, or do you want me to throw you out?’ Inspector Khan’s voice was menacingly soft.
As Joe and Chris walked away, Chris began to sob hysterically, ‘Dad! Please tell me that the devil did this! … Please!’
FOUR
A Night to Remember
Hickory, dickory, dock; the mouse ran up the clock ,
Trapped in a dungeon, dazed, and in a state of shock!
Naïve and dumb, pretty girl in a white, satin gown ,
You opened the door to a stranger when the sun went down?
You turned your back on him without a care ,
Lost in lust, you should have been more aware ;
Blood on my hands, I’ll make you my bride ,
Blame your vanity, your arrogance and your foolish pride
I won’t let you get away, you cheap, immoral whore ,
I’ll punish you for your follies till you’re gone!
You make me angry! So I smile! You’re a pathetic sight ,
Praise the Devil! For he’s going to feast on your soul tonight!
—The Predator
Return of the Morons
It was almost 5 a.m. Chief looked out of the window as Derek brought Motormouth, their sexy beast of an SUV, to a halt at the railway crossing. Goose and Hound were snoozing in the backseat. The roosters hadn’t begun crowing as yet. Having spent a month in the harsh mountains, the four morons had only seen dawn from the other side of the clock.
The rising sun blazed on the horizon, bathing the sky in shades of tan and orange. The world was waking up to a spectacular sunrise. Life in the idyllic surroundings still lay snuggled in slumber. It was only the village curs that barked now and then. They were probably the only ones who’d sensed the predator on the prowl.
Daybreak was actually a welcome change. Having driven for six bone-jarring hours since midnight over Armageddon roads with more potholes than tar-covered patches in between, Motormouth could have beaten any human toy sent to a faraway planet to study the landscape.
It had been a long drive down from Ladakh in Jammu and Kashmir, and now after four days of driving, they were entering Maharashtra. The terrain had been treacherous and unpredictable in the North. Derek was a good driver and seemed to enjoy navigating the spiralling and corkscrewing roads.
Crossing over the flatter plains of the Ganga, the drive was smoother although the patches of slow moving traffic in the congested towns reduced their speed considerably. They were drawing closer to their destination which was in a border town between Maharashtra
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