The rest of the day was passed without anything unusual. Ravindra was busy in his routine work after Satya left the station. It was 7 pm and suddenly Ravindra felt a hunch in his gut that there is something bad about to happen. The thought took the shape of a firm doubt and the door of his cabin was flung open. The constable came in with a horror-struck face and told sir, ‘Gayatri Maa was murdered in her own home.’ Ravindra’s heart missed a beat. He just stood up from his chair and almost mechanically followed the constable towards his