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the last in line for the property and could never be benefitted by Gangamma’s death. It was
well-rehearsed and quite convincing.
After interrogating everyone again, Raghav carefully packed all the documents and made his
way to the car. On reaching home, he went to his private office and pinned everything on the
board with each picture of the family member. He started analyzing considering each family
member as the murderer. After several hours, he lay asleep on his table drooling saliva all
over the medical reports.

The vibration of the cell phone against his wooden desk patiently tried to awaken him, as
Raghav caught it, just before it kissed the ground.
“Hello,” he said groggily. The news was not good. Things were becoming worse.
He wanted to take a hot shower to clear off his head before reaching the location of the crime.
It was Vasu on the phone. The garbage collector had found Hari’s chopped off head wrapped
in a blue and green checkered shirt? Blue and green… blue and green… green bangles, he
muttered to himself as he started drawing images on the steam-covered mirror in his
bathroom. In a flash, everything got connected. He clearly saw how Gangamma had been
killed; every step, as it was executed.

He dashed out and dressed quickly calling out to his wife that he won’t be joining her for
breakfast and buzzed off in full force towards the mansion.
“Please ask everyone to come,” he ordered the cook.
Everyone looked morose and sullen, especially Sakshi, whose tiny hope of seeing her
husband alive had completely extinguished that morning.
Clearing his throat, Raghav said, “I know who the killer is. If the killer confesses now I may
be able to reduce the sentence, else the court’s decision will be final, this is your last chance.”
No one moved an inch; the house was filled with an eerie silence. Raghav waited.

“Ok then, the killer is
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Amar let out a deafening shout as he saw that the last page that revealed the killer was torn
out from the library book.

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