by UD Yasha
‘We’ll come with you,’ she said, taking a step for the door.
I could not say no. The truth was that I needed Radha at that moment. Just like I had needed her for the past three years. ‘Alright, let's go,' I said and grabbed my pullover from the hook behind the main door and tossed Radha her hoodie as Rahul slipped into his sweater.
We stepped out in the cold night. I could sense the life I was trying so hard to get away from was screaming my name out loud.
Chapter Seven
Hope is dangerous to flirt with. We had gone through the pain of losing our parents too many times. Every time the doorbell rang, someone we did not recognize called out our name, we received a call from an unknown number, we felt someone's eyes in a crowded place or a lonely road, every time a reported missing person was found – we wished it was our mother returning to our lives. Each time we came close to believing they were alive. We had clung on to the hope of them coming back, however minuscule it may have seemed. But hope can be a bitch. We had become accustomed to not taking such calls at absolute value. But this time the bearer of the information was Kapil Rathod.
He was a man of integrity in a world that tempted him with corruption every day. Not only did the Pune CID have to deal with gruesome crimes from murders to rapes, but they had to work hard for a considerably lower pay than others, who worked the same or even less. Staying honest and turning down tempting bribes was hard for most. But Rathod had never fallen for it. Not even when his father had been diagnosed with Stage Three cancer and the medical bills had mounted.
I had first-hand experience of it when I was investigating a Bombay High Court judge for corruption. I had then worked with Kapil Rathod for the first time. Several cops were under the payroll of different mafias operating in the state. That was my first case out of law school under a lawyer named Santosh Wagh. He eventually went on to become my mentor and shaped much of my world belief.
After we exposed the HC judge, both the mafia and media were confused about who had conducted the investigation. We were doing everything from the shadows because even one wrong foot would have resulted in a bullet in our heads. To date, no one knew the people behind [email protected]. Even then, Kapil Rathod had not buckled under the threats that were made to his family–his old parents and three siblings.
When I eventually became a criminal lawyer seeking innocent clients and later a private detective, I knew I would get along with Rathod. It had been a decent ride. My work was often his release, especially when he felt hamstrung by the system.
As we drove to meet him, I realized I was once again free falling into a world that had no compassion, where hellos were as common as curses and everyone held a knife under their namastes.
We drove in silence. The air in the car was tense. No one dared to speak a word. I was not sure what I was afraid of any more. My birthday celebrations seemed a distant memory.
We were going to a restaurant called Shelly’s Smokes. It served all kinds of barbecues, kebabs and sizzlers. Rathod and I had chosen it eight years ago as it was then towards the outskirts of the city, past Pashan. So, the chances of any cop bumping into us were slim. Also, both Rathod and I lived fifteen minutes from it on either side. But because Pune was expanding so fast, Shelly’s was now very much a part of the city. We had seen her business grow over the years.
I pulled over in the almost empty parking lot. The last orders for the night would have started being accepted. I was coming to Shelly’s after three years. I used to go there only to discuss cases with Rathod. I felt a pit in my stomach as I walked down the stone walkway and up the shallow stairs to enter the open-air part of the restaurant.
I saw Kapil Rathod sitting at what used to be our usual spot. He had a cup of hot beverage in his hand. He had not changed one bit in three years. He was an imposing figure at six feet three inches and ninety kilos. He was still lean, he had the same buzz cut, even his signature thin moustache was intact, his clothes were crisply ironed and he had an impeccable posture.
He saw me as well. He set his cup on the table, and then immediately got up and walked towards me, extending his arm for a handshake. I afforded a smile and shook his gloved hand.
‘How are you?’ he said and I could sense genuine concern in his voice.
‘I’m alright,’ I said and turned back. ‘This is Radha, my sister and that’s Rahul,’ I paused, almost saying her fiancé. ‘He’s Radha’s boyfriend.’
Rathod acknowledged them with a nod of his head. I could tell he was confused and had many questions about where I had disappeared. I would tell him eventually but not now. I needed to know why he had called me. I sat at the table.
‘What’s the matter? I said.
Rathod jerked his head towards Radha and Rahul. ‘Are you sure?’ he said.
I nodded.
‘Alright. Like always, I’m talking to you in absolute secrecy,’ Rathod said, resting his hands on the table and leaning forward.
I nodded.
‘A woman was murdered in Koregaon Park. We found her some hours back. It was a brutal way to die. The crime scene was probably the nastiest I’ve ever seen. The reason I wanted to see you was because we found something there that connected your mother to it.’
What?
I stayed silent and let Rathod continue.
‘I don’t know how to say this,’ Rathod said. He poured himself a glass of water and took a sip. ‘We found a lock of hair at the crime scene. Not a strand. But an actual lock. Left behind purposely.’
My stomach sank suddenly. Panic gripped me. I realized I was not the only one going through this. I turned to Radha. I moved my chair closer to her and held her hand. Despite the chill in the air, I felt sweat gather on my forehead and palms.
‘I know this is hard,’ Rathod said, unsure himself of how to tell them.
‘We analysed the lock of hair. The forensic pathologist just called me with the results. The lock of hair belongs to your mother.’
‘And she… –’
‘Yes, she is alive. Or at least she was when the hair was cut. Forensics confirmed that.’
Rathod's words hung in the air. Radha's grip tightened around my hand. I put an arm around her. We feared this day would never come. Everyone around us had told us that she would be dead by now. Radha, Karan and I secretly wished that our mother would show up somewhere. I had heard of several cases where people who were missing for years suddenly showed up one fine day. They had no memory of what had happened or their kidnapper had a change of heart or they had managed to escape from their captor…. the possibilities were endless. All of which we had run in our minds, hundreds of times.
But I had never expected a lock of maa’s hair to land up at another crime scene.
After all these years. We now know she is alive. I could not believe it. But reality bit me like the cold around me. Maa was still missing. She was still being held captive by a killer. The thought sent shivers through my body.
‘I thought I should tell you before the police tell you,’ Rathod said. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Where is Kishore Zakkal?' I asked. I had caught Kishore Zakkal five years back for killing one woman and abducting seven more, one of whom was my own mother. He was a psychopath and had pleaded guilty.
‘Still in jail. Chamber Number Twelve in Yerwada.’
‘So, there’s someone out there copying him. And not just that, Kishore must have told him where he had hidden my mother for all those years.’
‘Siya,’ Rathod said.
A heartbeat of silence.
I knew what was coming next.
‘Your father’s disappearance will also be brought up. You know he was a suspect in taking your mother. There will be talk,’ Rathod said.
‘I thought that talk was put to rest after I got Zakkal.’
‘You know how these things work. I saw a media van at the crime scene today. It’ll only be a matter of time before they start talking. I heard whispers within the CID. They believe th
ere’s an outside chance that this could be your father.’
Anger flared my nostrils as I said, ‘My father disappeared three months after my mother vanished. He was a victim as well. He would’ve never hurt maa. He also would’ve never left his children, especially after maa wasn’t there as well.’
‘I know. I believe you. I’m just warning you. It’s bound to come up.’
‘I’ll deal with it.’
Silence.
‘I know this is tough,' Rathod said. ‘I'm on your side. I believe you. I thought I could warn you so it wouldn't shock you. You'd want to be a part of this investigation. And you won't be able to do that if you piss off the wrong people. You know Zakkal the best. You'll be welcome to join any team that's investigating one of his cases. But that will only be possible if you don't lose your cool when your father is brought up. Remember, I'm on your side.'
I had not thought that far ahead—of being a part of the investigation. It was only natural for Rathod to assume. He did not know. But investigating the murder would mean going back to a life that had driven me insane. A life I had quit three years ago. Did I still have it in me? Am I capable?
Those thoughts faded fast because I thought of something else. I said, ‘Maybe the other women he abducted are also alive.’
‘I’ve thought of that as well. It scares me, Siya. We know Zakkal is a mad man. We don’t know why he’s doing this. Or even how.’
‘Does he get visitors in the jail?’
‘I am going to go see him tomorrow morning. Last I checked he was in solitary confinement. There’s no reason for that to have changed.’
Correspondence of all inmates with the outside world was supposed to be monitored. Yet, somehow all kinds of objects and information in jails across the world managed to evade the eyes of authorities.
Radha squeezed my shoulder. A minute back she had the biggest grin I had ever seen on her face. Now, it had disappeared quickly. In the past three years, she had given me everything she could offer, she had been strong and not even one tear had escaped her eyes. But now, her eyes were watery. The tears trickled down when I looked at her. She buried her face in my shoulder and broke down.
Radha embraced me for a long time. She stopped sobbing halfway through. We thought we were prepared for this day to come. But now that we knew she was alive, the initial wave of relief and happiness had washed over, only to be replaced by a tsunami of worry. Bigger than ever this time as we knew maa could die again.
Rathod was patient. He let our emotions play out. He rummaged in his bag for a file. He pulled out a pen drive from the pocket of his jacket and kept it on the table. He did not say what it was because I knew. The pen drive would have photos of the crime scene, a more detailed report made by Rathod himself and other details about the murder that had taken place.
‘That’s not it,’ Rathod said, fishing out his mobile phone.
He manipulated its screen and turned the phone around for me to see it. He had opened a photo on it. I took the phone to get a closer look.
‘It’s from the crime scene,’ Rathod said.
The photo was of a luminol highlight. A message was written on the floor with blood. Left behind purposely. Lit up in blue. Radha leaned forward and peered at the phone to get a look as well.
I could not believe what I was reading. A shiver ran through my body and goose bumps crawled up my skin. I read the message again.
Hello again. There will be more.
P.S. - Tell Siya Rajput I said hi.
‘It was written in your mother’s blood,’ Rathod said.
Chapter Eight
I felt bile rise up my throat. The killer had my mother. He had murdered another woman. And he was rubbing it in. He was showing off, telling the world of his accomplishments. He was probably laughing right now.
I read the message over and over again. Seeing it, knowing the killer had written it with his own hands, made me angry. I wanted to channel the rage productively. I realized something.
Hello again. The again implied that we knew the killer. Tell Siya Rajput I said hi. There was a nonchalance in the statement. Like I was a long-lost friend. Maa’s connection to the murder certainly had something to do with it. There will be more. He was going to kill again. What was triggering him? Why now?
I knew Kishore Zakkal. I was the one who had put him in jail in the first place. Was this some kind of revenge? A game that ends in blood and death? In that case, was this message actually left behind by Zakkal through the new killer?
Anger boiled inside me as I thought about Zakkal. He was the person who had taken my mother and seven other women. He was causing pain even after being punished for his crimes. Now, he was addressing me directly. He was challenging me. Teasing me. Daring me by saying, stop me if you can.
‘CID officers will come to your house first up tomorrow morning,’ Rathod said. ‘They’ll want to talk to you. They’ll ask you – ’
I cut in ‘Yeah, I know. They had presumed my mother was dead but instead she’s alive. There’s a new killer out there. He’s leaving behind messages in my mom’s blood, possibly for me. Of course, the CID would want to speak to me.’
Silence.
Rathod said, ‘They’re calling the new killer ‘The Bedroom Strangler’. You would also want to look at the crime scene photographs.’
I nodded. I did not want to go through them with Radha and Rahul around. It was hard enough for them to experience this. I was not going to show them gory and bloody pictures of death that could keep them up at night. Even after half a decade of experience with gruesome killings and crimes, this was hard for me because it was personal.
‘I’ll be with the officers when they come to your house tomorrow,’ Rathod said. ‘You know the protocol.’
We got up to leave. I pulled Radha close. Rahul walked behind us. He took the wheel. Just as I was going to sit in, Rathod called out to me. His car was a few feet away. I crossed over.
He said, ‘I don’t know what happened to you and where you disappeared. But I’ll be glad to work with you again. Don’t hesitate to call me after you go through the crime scene photographs.’
I thanked him, wondering what was in them. I clenched the pen drive in my hand.
As Rahul put the car in gear and turned out of the parking lot, I said, ‘We should tell Karan.’
I was glad Karan was reachable on phone then and not somewhere in the distant mountains.
‘I’ll join you at the back,’ Radha said, touching Rahul’s arm, gesturing him to pull over so she could come at the back.
I pulled out my phone as Radha sat next to me. It was almost midnight. I video called Karan. Shama answered the call. I could make out they were already in bed. Shama rubbed her eyes, the brightness of the screen too much for her eyes. Karan came in the frame, grinning. This was going to be much harder than I had imagined.
‘We need to talk to you, Karan. It’s about maa,’ I said.
Karan said. ‘Did they find her? His voice was heavy with pain and the expression on his face changed drastically. He was prepared to hear the worst. He knew this day would come. He broke down even before I could say anything.
‘Yes, she’s alive, but she’s still held captive,’ I said.
Karan suddenly looked better. The situation was not ideal but far from the worst. We told him everything Rathod had told us.
‘Should I ask for a leave?’ Karan said after a prolonged spell of silence.
My brother had the best work ethic amongst the people I knew, even for people in the Army. He was away and alone. Radha and I at least had each other. Sometimes the only cure for sadness was being surrounded by loved ones.
I nodded, realizing he would be alone once Shama comes back. ‘Come if you can.’
‘I’ll come if my leave is approved,’ Karan said. ‘Please take care, you two.’
We got home in ten minutes. Shadow jumped on us in greeting. But he calmed down in a beat, reading our body language. He sat on the floor in fro
nt of us without making a sound. Rahul went straight to the kitchen to make coffee for all of us. I sat alone with Radha in silence. We had gone through similar pain before as well yet this time, the numbness of reality hung in the heavy air. Everything seemed bleak, a shade greyer.
Once Rahul came with the coffee, I went upstairs and got a photo of all of us. Both the parents and their three kids. It was the last photo of all of us together. We had all dressed up for their anniversary. The photo had been clicked a month before maa went missing. Karan was sixteen, Radha was ten and I was fourteen. It was clicked using a good old-fashioned analogue camera. Maa was flashing an evergreen smile in it. She looked beautiful. Radha and I had got our green eyes from her. I had also got her long curls. It hit me then how similar Karan and dad looked. They have the exact same facial features and grin. Radha and I only got our heights from dad, the rest from maa.
We sipped our coffee quietly. At times, the best form of communication was silence. Just sitting there with Radha and Rahul felt comforting. A weight was lifted off me. There was now a chance to get maa back.
Radha was thinking of the same thing. ‘At least now we know she’s alive,’ she said and smiled for the first time after she had cried. ‘We’ll be alright,’ she said and I could tell from the tone of her voice she was telling that to herself more than anyone else. But I did not mind that. I needed to hear it as well.
‘I think I need to sleep,’ she said. ‘Will you be okay?’
I nodded.
She continued to stare at me. ‘I won't be though,' she said. ‘Can you come to sleep in my bedroom? Rahul can spread a mattress on the floor.'
I smiled. ‘Of course, I’ll see you in some time,’ I said. I would have joined her right away but I had something else in mind.
A part of me was happy but the other was a mixture of feeling anger and shock. Even though I had hoped all these years that maa would somehow be alive, I had always thought she will be with us the moment we found out she was alive. Even as a child, I had wondered how anyone could kill another human being. As Radha and Rahul went upstairs, my mind drifted to the days and years after maa’s disappearance.
