Week 4: Nisha's Curiosity
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(Door creaking)
“Hello, is Mr.K here?”
A young lady of some 19-20 entered Frieda’s room.
“Yes, I am K. Ahh you are here.”
“You were waiting for me?”
“On the contrary, it is the opposite.”
“I believe it is so, Mr. K. I have been sent here by my brother for his case although I did want to see you in the first place.”
“Am I that popular then? Miss Nisha?
“Yes, my brother and I heard that you can solve mysteries.”
“Well, I tend to, madam. Pray to tell me your case. Although I am a DP as my job states.”
“My brother offers you 1,00,000 Nepali Rupees if you solve the case and here is a 20,000 in advancement. The rest of the 80,000 you will get after the case is resolved. That is only 720 pounds, yet you will find my brother’s case somewhat mysterious.”
“OK, my senior and the DP model Miss Serene Frieda is out for her shoot. So we have 2 days. Please state your case and 720 pounds is good to pay mam.” K pours hot coffee into a small cup and offers Nisha.
“ These are the facts. My Brother Gagan and I are the two children of our family and we inherit the great Rana family. Our lands were stolen away from thugs and bandits many years ago when my father perished. Gagan and I settled in Nepalgunj, a city far from the capital after my mother died 10 years ago. Everything was going well. I got a job at the nearest bank as a cashier and my brother is an Assistant Manager at the bank, making my work easy. Suddenly, one day, I realized that I was followed by a boy with a purple cap. He would follow me from outside my home and work and leave, and again follow me when I returned. Curiosity did make me go berserk one day. I confronted the boy one day. He said he was from the slums area and wanted a job. I denied him as he was merely a kid and gave him a thousand Nepali Rupees to go back and give to his parents. After that, he never came back. I was curious about the boy and tensed too. Yet I thought he might have done well after I gave him the money. One day, to my shock, I saw a photo in the newspaper of ten boys’ deaths in a slum. One of them was the boy who followed me. I asked the slum locals about the boy and they said he was one of the addicts who snorted. I didn’t understand what that meant at first. My brother understood my dilemma and asked the police to investigate. They said some Mr. Tejendra owned the land and he sold it to some Real State Tycoon to develop a complex center there and the boys got on the wrong path. The police investigated Tejendra yet he got out on bail in no time. Police did believe he worked for the notorious criminal, John Parson, who terrorized Europe some 2-3 decades ago. I heard he was a tycoon in Scotland and took the name of Mahon, who you must be familiar with. I heard you arrested Mahon for his felony.”
“OK, I will stop you there. What makes you think that Tejendra is much like Mahon?”
“The police know him well, yet they can’t take any acts against him. The superintendent of police does want his dead body for the boys he had drugged and killed for his sake.”
“I understand what you are trying to say, madam.
“Tell me, madam. Is your brother here or back in Nepal?”
“He is here.”
“Good. Tell him to reach the barnyards behind the slums. There are some lakhs of money in your currency hidden by Tejendra. And I mean in hundreds. He must be a mafia there. If the police find the evidence, they will be able to imprison him. Pray, do it more carefully. I believe this Tejendra has killed almost hundreds of people.”
(An hour later)
Serene enters her room.
“Ahh K you look nervous. And I heard that you detained a dangerous criminal in South Asia.”
“You know about that and he is imprisoned? You said you would be back only after 2 days.”
“Yes, and I knew that because your pager never lied. This morning the pager read Death in Slums and I got a hunch something is up today and rescheduled my shoot on Wednesday.”
K laughs and sips the coffee.
“You know Parson?”
“No” K’s voice changed as he heard the name of Serene. “This guy filed a case against me a month ago for defamation and to my surprise, when I asked my lawyer today, he said he doesn’t even exist.”
“You have a lawyer?”
“Yes, I am a model. I do need a DP and a lawyer and some bodyguards maybe.” laughs Serene as he jumps into her bed.
“That's Officer Deaney. Is he with you still?”
“Yes, he has been my security for a month since they jailed Mahon. Remember”
“Is Mahon still in prison?”
(Phone rings)
“Hello. Famous Model Frieda here.”
“What? When? How?” Serene slams the phone.
“What happened? Mahon escaped?”
“He got a bail? And my scheduled photo shoot will be at some Nepalgunj in some country called Nepal.”
“Just as I suspected. This Tejendra is a big fish. And Mahon is a shark that feeds these big fishes.”
“Shark, fishes. Can you be more specific K?”
“I will be with you in Nepal.”
“Deaney will be there too, and Fask too. So maybe you can leave it to me.”
“Nepalgunj is a dangerous place. Serene and I just imprisoned Tejendra there.”
Serene is anxious and picks up her phone and calls Deaney.
“Yes, Officer, I believe Fask told me that. I know my life is in danger. But I have to go to Nepal for my endorsement.”
“Endorsement?” K stutters.
“This Deaney says that Tejendra has sworn he will kill you if he sees you. And you are not allowed to leave your place until Mahon is brought back to prison.”
“No, Mahon will be back in 2 days. So can we leave in 2 days?”
“And how are you sure about that?”
“You will know that in a couple of days, Serene,” smiles K as he takes out one of the letters and opens one. “The next trip is to Nepalgunj. How does the letter know everything” whispers K as he sees Serene pull the TV remote.
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