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#39: Case 8973_ Alibaug Double Murder Part I


Flight 764 Munich to Mumbai just landed on the Chhatrapati Shivaji International airport, Mumbai. It was early morning 03:45 hrs.

“So, how was your flight?” Diwakar asked while positioning on the driver seat. He was looking good though in nightwear.

“Pretty much like a flight…” Henry replied from back seat. He seemed a bit tired.

“Relax Henry.” Derick said. “It was good Diwakar.”

“I just don’t believe this Mr. Jefferson.” Diwakar was exited. “Since I’ve said to my family that you and Henry are coming to India for Jahnvi’s wedding, they all have gone mad. The world famous Derick Jefferson is attending his past student’s sister’s wedding. What else one would needed? Thanks a lot for coming sir.”

“Don’t be Diwakar.” Derick replied. “The way you had insisted, I guess, it was difficult to deny. And it always feels great being to India and that too with a reason for celebration. I was needed to come for sure.” He smiled. “How your journalism is going on?”

“Pretty good sir.” Diwakar said. “Research is on. These days Mafias are rising back in Mumbai.”

“Investigative journalism is always dangerous.” Henry said. “I meant, for a family man.”

“Well, everyone is a family man.” Derick replied. “It’s a matter of their acceptability of the situations. By the way, how far are we from the destination?”

“140 KM. We’re heading to Alibaug. Approx one and half hour…” Diwakar said. “We thought our farmhouse there, will be a better option for wedding occasion as relatives gonna overflow. By the way, you and Henry are the first guest of the home Mr. Jefferson. We’ll be home by first ray of sun.” He accelerated the car when his mobile beeped for a message.

“It’s Jahnavi.” Diwakar said. “Bring some sedative for me, suffering from headache.” He read the SMS. “I guess we’ll need to go through a 24x7 medical shop.” He added.

“Not needed.” Derick said. “Henry has it. He always carries bunch of medicines while travelling.”

“That’s good.” Diwakar smiled back.

Within half an hour mobile rang again. Screen showed “Jahnavi calling…” Diwakar put it in loudspeaker mode as he was driving.

“Help…” Jahnavi was screaming on the other side. “He’s gonna kill me…”

“Jahnavi…” Diwakar got hyper. “What happened Jahnavi?”

She kept screaming for another few seconds and call got disconnected. Diwakar dialed her number back but it replied switched off.

“We are one hour far yet…” Derick watched the time. “If she’s in trouble, you better call anyone at home.”

“There’s no one else my grandma.” Diwakar was perspiring.

“Neighbours…?” Derick asked.

“We’ve just one neighbor…” Diwakar dialed another number. “Vikram, Where are you?” He asked.

“I’m on highway.” The other person replied. “Jahnavi had come asking for medicine. She was having headache. So I was on my way to get it. But car got the trouble.”

“I can see you.” Diwakar, while accelerating the car at full, applied a sudden break.

“Get in our car Vikram?” Diwakar asked a man on the other side of the road with open hood of his car.

“I guess, Carburetor problem.” Vikram replied. He was in casual wear with a leather jacket and sports shoes as night was chilling.

“Get in quickly.” Diwakar said. “I got her call few moments ago. She was screaming for help.” His words got heavier with loads of tension. “Something is seriously wrong.”

Vikram entered in and positioned besides Henry. Henry took his sand adhered bag apart to ease Vikram.

“It can be a prank.” Vikram said. “You know her. Don’t anticipate anything wrong.”

“I wish.” Diwakar said and geared up.

It was twenty minutes to six when their car entered in the compound of Advait, Diwakar’s bungalow.

Diwakar and Vikram came out of the car and rushed in.

Derick and Henry entered in the hall after him. Two dead bodies were lying in the hall.

“Jahnvi… Grandma…” Diwakar broke into the tears. His sister and Grandmother were been killed.

                                                                                                      
                                                                                                 To Be Continued... 

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