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In the evening, Rahul read the witness statements collected by Arvind and went through the photos. Rahul then, along with Arvind and Iqbal, inspected the vehicle. On first viewing itself, Rahul could see that it wasn’t a mere accident, and there was more to it.
Iqbal: Looks like an accident, Sir. He probably was drunk and lost balance.
Arvind: I too feel the same, Sir. He hit his head on the steering, which probably caused his death.
Rahul: Don’t depend on probabilities. The cause of death will be clear once the autopsy is done. But you missed an important point. This isn’t an accident.
Iqbal: How can you say that, Sir?
Rahul: This is the top-end model of the Jeep Compass. Do you think it has no airbags? The moment the car hits a tree, the airbags should be deployed. I don’t see it. He wouldn’t have hit his head on the steering if they had been deployed.
Iqbal: I will get a mechanic to check it out, Sir.
Rahul: I saw the photos. His head was covered in blood. But there was none on the seat or the floor mat. The small amount of blood on his face would surely not have led to his death.
Arvind: Good point, Sir.
Rahul: Do we have his mobile phone location and other data?
Iqbal: Yes, Sir, it just came in about an hour ago.
Rahul: Go through the list and find out his exact route. Petrol pumps and restaurants would be most likely places that one would visit. Contact every petrol pump and restaurant, send them his pic, and inquire if he was there. If he was there, then ask them for CCTV footage.
Arvind: Sure, Sir.
Rahul: And also contact the bars and wine shops along his route. Let’s see if Iqbal’s drunk driving theory is true or not.
Next Day.
Arvind: Sir, did you read the autopsy report?
Rahul: It’s here?
Iqbal: Yes, Sir, check your email.
Rahul opened his email and started to read the report. He was done in 5 minutes and turned towards Arvind and Iqbal with a smile on his face.
Rahul: Iqbal, what did the mechanic say about the airbags?
Iqbal: It got deployed and was ripped out, Sir. We didn’t find it in the area.
Arvind: So, it’s a murder.
Rahul: Yes, his neck was broken, which is the cause of his death. The killer then staged it like an accident. He cut his forehead after his death. That is why there was very little blood. He is the one who ripped out the airbag.
Arvind: We got no evidence of someone else being in the car, Sir. No other fingerprint except Rajeev’s.
Rahul: We will get the evidence, Arvind. I did a complete background check on Rajeev. He has a 5cr life insurance policy, and his wife is the beneficiary.
Iqbal: I feel you were right about the wife.
Rahul: Find out where she is right now.
Arvind: She is at her in-law’s house, Sir. Today morning the constable had gone there to get some signatures about the release of his vehicle.
Rahul: Good. Go to her home and fix a spy cam in her hall and bedroom. I need both audio and visual. She will be back at her home at some point. We need to keep a constant eye on her. Go through her call details.
Iqbal: Sir, we would need special approval for surveillance.
Rahul: Fuck the approval. Just do what I say. She is friends with the ACP and has a lot of clout. If we go around seeking approval, we will never get it. I will let the ACP know that it was a murder, and we have opened up an investigation. We hunting Tamanna must stay amongst the three of us.
Iqbal: Sir, but how to enter their home?
Rahul: Pick the damn lock. Do I have to tell you everything?
Iqbal: No sir, will do it.
Rahul: Iqbal, you will handle the surveillance and keep track of Tamanna’s movements. Arvind, focus on their call records and emails. Track and investigate Rajeev’s route.
5 Days Later.
Iqbal called Rahul to inform him that Tamanna had left her in-laws’ house and had come back to her flat. He asked Rahul to come to her apartment immediately. Rahul and Arvind reached Tamanna’s apartment in 20 minutes.
Iqbal was waiting in a surveillance van outside the apartment. It had a live feed of audio and video from Tamanna’s flat.
Rahul: What happened? Why did you call us here?
Iqbal: She called someone when she reached home. She asked the person to come to visit her as she felt lonely and sad. Then she went for a bath and hasn’t come out yet. I got the recording if you want to see what happened.
Rahul: No, I will review it back at the station. Let’s wait and see what happens.
They each had headphones and were observing the surveillance feed. The camera was inside a wall clock opposite the bedroom door parallel to the bed. About 5 minutes later, Tamanna emerged from the bathroom wearing only a towel that barely covered her cunt and boobs.
Her hair was wet. Tamanna sat in front of the dresser and began to blow dry her hair.
Rahul: This surveillance is illegal. Make sure you delete all the recordings.
Iqbal: Yes, Sir.
All three watched as Tamanna got up after drying her hair and untied her towel, making it fall on the ground. Tamanna was slim, fair and a tall woman. Her small-sized boobs and nice bubble butt, with a clean-shaven cunt were in full view.
Tamanna was a beautiful and sexy woman. She cupped both her boobs from below and squeezed them before applying body lotion. She took some lotion on the palm of her hands and started applying it along the length of her arms, legs and thighs. She took some more and began to massage it on her boobs.
She squeezed her boobs and pinched her pinkish nipples a couple of times. She reached into her wardrobe, pulled out a satin gown, and wore it without any undergarments.
It was a sleeveless gown with just two straps on the shoulder. It ended a few inches above the knees exposing her fair thighs and making her look ravishing. Tamanna moved towards the hall and sat on the sofa with her head resting backwards.
She looked lost in imagination which the three police officers viewed via the camera placed right above the main door on a wall clock. About 15-20 minutes later, the doorbell rang, and Tamanna got up instantly to open the door.
To be continued...
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In the evening, Rahul read the witness statements collected by Arvind and went through the photos. Rahul then, along with Arvind and Iqbal, inspected the vehicle. On first viewing itself, Rahul could see that it wasn’t a mere accident, and there was more to it.
Iqbal: Looks like an accident, Sir. He probably was drunk and lost balance.
Arvind: I too feel the same, Sir. He hit his head on the steering, which probably caused his death.
Rahul: Don’t depend on probabilities. The cause of death will be clear once the autopsy is done. But you missed an important point. This isn’t an accident.
Iqbal: How can you say that, Sir?
Rahul: This is the top-end model of the Jeep Compass. Do you think it has no airbags? The moment the car hits a tree, the airbags should be deployed. I don’t see it. He wouldn’t have hit his head on the steering if they had been deployed.
Iqbal: I will get a mechanic to check it out, Sir.
Rahul: I saw the photos. His head was covered in blood. But there was none on the seat or the floor mat. The small amount of blood on his face would surely not have led to his death.
Arvind: Good point, Sir.
Rahul: Do we have his mobile phone location and other data?
Iqbal: Yes, Sir, it just came in about an hour ago.
Rahul: Go through the list and find out his exact route. Petrol pumps and restaurants would be most likely places that one would visit. Contact every petrol pump and restaurant, send them his pic, and inquire if he was there. If he was there, then ask them for CCTV footage.
Arvind: Sure, Sir.
Rahul: And also contact the bars and wine shops along his route. Let’s see if Iqbal’s drunk driving theory is true or not.
Next Day.
Arvind: Sir, did you read the autopsy report?
Rahul: It’s here?
Iqbal: Yes, Sir, check your email.
Rahul opened his email and started to read the report. He was done in 5 minutes and turned towards Arvind and Iqbal with a smile on his face.
Rahul: Iqbal, what did the mechanic say about the airbags?
Iqbal: It got deployed and was ripped out, Sir. We didn’t find it in the area.
Arvind: So, it’s a murder.
Rahul: Yes, his neck was broken, which is the cause of his death. The killer then staged it like an accident. He cut his forehead after his death. That is why there was very little blood. He is the one who ripped out the airbag.
Arvind: We got no evidence of someone else being in the car, Sir. No other fingerprint except Rajeev’s.
Rahul: We will get the evidence, Arvind. I did a complete background check on Rajeev. He has a 5cr life insurance policy, and his wife is the beneficiary.
Iqbal: I feel you were right about the wife.
Rahul: Find out where she is right now.
Arvind: She is at her in-law’s house, Sir. Today morning the constable had gone there to get some signatures about the release of his vehicle.
Rahul: Good. Go to her home and fix a spy cam in her hall and bedroom. I need both audio and visual. She will be back at her home at some point. We need to keep a constant eye on her. Go through her call details.
Iqbal: Sir, we would need special approval for surveillance.
Rahul: Fuck the approval. Just do what I say. She is friends with the ACP and has a lot of clout. If we go around seeking approval, we will never get it. I will let the ACP know that it was a murder, and we have opened up an investigation. We hunting Tamanna must stay amongst the three of us.
Iqbal: Sir, but how to enter their home?
Rahul: Pick the damn lock. Do I have to tell you everything?
Iqbal: No sir, will do it.
Rahul: Iqbal, you will handle the surveillance and keep track of Tamanna’s movements. Arvind, focus on their call records and emails. Track and investigate Rajeev’s route.
5 Days Later.
Iqbal called Rahul to inform him that Tamanna had left her in-laws’ house and had come back to her flat. He asked Rahul to come to her apartment immediately. Rahul and Arvind reached Tamanna’s apartment in 20 minutes.
Iqbal was waiting in a surveillance van outside the apartment. It had a live feed of audio and video from Tamanna’s flat.
Rahul: What happened? Why did you call us here?
Iqbal: She called someone when she reached home. She asked the person to come to visit her as she felt lonely and sad. Then she went for a bath and hasn’t come out yet. I got the recording if you want to see what happened.
Rahul: No, I will review it back at the station. Let’s wait and see what happens.
They each had headphones and were observing the surveillance feed. The camera was inside a wall clock opposite the bedroom door parallel to the bed. About 5 minutes later, Tamanna emerged from the bathroom wearing only a towel that barely covered her cunt and boobs.
Her hair was wet. Tamanna sat in front of the dresser and began to blow dry her hair.
Rahul: This surveillance is illegal. Make sure you delete all the recordings.
Iqbal: Yes, Sir.
All three watched as Tamanna got up after drying her hair and untied her towel, making it fall on the ground. Tamanna was slim, fair and a tall woman. Her small-sized boobs and nice bubble butt, with a clean-shaven cunt were in full view.
Tamanna was a beautiful and sexy woman. She cupped both her boobs from below and squeezed them before applying body lotion. She took some lotion on the palm of her hands and started applying it along the length of her arms, legs and thighs. She took some more and began to massage it on her boobs.
She squeezed her boobs and pinched her pinkish nipples a couple of times. She reached into her wardrobe, pulled out a satin gown, and wore it without any undergarments.
It was a sleeveless gown with just two straps on the shoulder. It ended a few inches above the knees exposing her fair thighs and making her look ravishing. Tamanna moved towards the hall and sat on the sofa with her head resting backwards.
She looked lost in imagination which the three police officers viewed via the camera placed right above the main door on a wall clock. About 15-20 minutes later, the doorbell rang, and Tamanna got up instantly to open the door.
To be continued...
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Rahul: Is this a police station or a whorehouse?
Arvind: Sorry, Sir.
Iqbal: Both our wives are not in town, Sir. It’s been a week since we had a good fuck.
Rahul: Keep giving the same excuse whenever you people raid a prostitution racket. Finish up quickly and get back to work. Who is going to take them to court?
Iqbal: I am going to court, Sir.
Rahul: Ok, Arvind, meet me in my cabin.
On his way out, Rahul squeezed her ass and spanked it hard. He made his way to his cabin, where the old man again tried to talk to him, but just like the previous time, Rahul told him to wait and went inside his cabin. He called both of them inside after 10 minutes and told them to sit.
Rahul: I spoke with the Assistant Commissioner just now. He told me to handle your case and treat it as a top priority.
Old Man: Thank you, Sir. My name is Rakesh, and this is my daughter-in-law Tamanna.
Rahul: Hold on, Sir, give me 5 minutes. I will take up your case then you can tell me everything. Calm down.
Rahul started to go through other case files while he made them wait. Rahul glanced at Tamanna a few times. The beautiful looking girl draped in a blue coloured saree with some part of her left side boob visible. He had a good look at her sexy midriff that was on display.
She had soft red lips, with a small pointed nose with no makeup. Tamanna had flawless skin and looked sexy in a saree. He saw her teary eyes but couldn’t sense any sadness.
Rahul was 30, single and had a girlfriend. 5 years on the job had given him a pretty good idea on judging people and making out their emotions. Ten minutes later, SI Arvind came into the room. Rakesh was getting impatient and again reached out to Rahul only to be told to wait a bit longer.
Rahul: Arvind, call the writer and tell him to bring the FIR book and ready the tape recorder.
In the next 5 minutes, the writer was in the room with the FIR book, and a tape recorder with fresh tape was ready. Rahul pressed the record button and began to speak.
Rahul: Tell me your name, phone number, age and address.
Rakesh began to give them his and Tamanna’s details.
Rahul: What is the complaint?
Rakesh: My son Rajeev is missing.
Rahulspeaking to the writer) File a missing persons report. (Speaking to Rakesh) Since when is your son missing?
Rakesh: Last night, Sir.
Rahul: We generally wait for 48 hours before taking the missing persons to report unless the complainant is sure their kin is missing. How are you so sure that your son is missing? Tell me everything from the start, and who was the last person to see/speak to him?
Rakesh: My daughter-in-law was the last person to speak with him.
Rahul: Ok. Mrs Tamanna, you tell me. What happened?
Tamanna began to speak in her sweet sexy voice. It sounded a bit melancholy. But still, Rahul didn’t feel like she was emoting sadness as her husband was missing. Almost instantly, he had her as his initial suspect in his mind.
Tamanna: He left for Chennai 4 days ago in the morning for business purposes. He called me last evening around 5 PM and said that he was on his way back to Bangalore. He should have reached by 11 but hasn’t been home till now.
Tamanna broke down and started to cry, and Rakesh began to calm her down. Rahul offered her water, and once she stopped crying, he asked her further questions.
Rahul: Did you try calling his cell last night?
Tamanna: Yes, I called him at 8 PM last night to find out where he reached, but his phone was switched off. I tried a couple of times but got the same message.
Rahul: When did you inform his parents?
Tamanna: I tried calling him again at 9, 9:30 and 10 PM but never got through, and that is when I informed his dad.
Rakesh: I spoke to him at 4:30 PM. He said his work was done, and he would be leaving for Bangalore in an hour. She called me at 10 PM and told me that Rajeev’s phone was switched off and asked if I had spoken to him.
Rahul: Then?
Rakesh: I told her to wait for some more time and said his phone might have run out of battery. I told her to call me as soon as he reached home.
Tamanna: I waited till midnight, but Rajeev never came. I called up my Father-in-law and told him about the situation. He said he would come to my house and told me to keep trying to reach Rajeev.
Rakesh: I went over to their place at 1 PM. Rajeev’s phone continued to be switched off. We were up all night trying to reach him. We also spoke to our restaurant manager in Chennai. He said he saw Rajeev leaving precisely at 5 PM. In the morning, I called my friend, your ACP, and he told me to come and meet you. Please find my son.
Rahul: Got any ransom call?
Rakesh: You think my son has been kidnapped?
Rahul: No, Sir, just asking a question. Don’t worry. We will do our best, Sir. Please give me your son’s mobile number, a recent picture of your son and his car’s details. Model, color and number of his car. Also the number of your Chennai branch manager who saw him last.
Rakesh and Tamanna provided all the required details. Rahul assured them of finding Rajeev and told them to be calm and have patience. Rahul asked Arvind to escort them to their car.
He went to the control room and gave Rajeev’s information to a constable. He asked him to fax his picture and other details to other police stations, reach out to Chennai police and share the details.
Arvind: I sent them home, Sir. What do you want me to do, Sir?
Rahul: Contact Highway patrol and ask them to look for Rajeev’s car. Ask them about accidents that happened last night on the Chennai-Bangalore highway. Also, get a list of hospitals and their contact numbers that are about 2-3 km in the vicinity of the highway.
Arvind: Along which section of the highway, Sir?
Rahul: The entire route, from Rajeev’s restaurant in Chennai to his home in Bangalore. Also, have a constable outside Rajeev’s apartment in plain clothes.
Arvind: Sure, Sir.
Rahul: Reach out to the phone company and get a list of Rajeev’s last phone location and his call records for the last one month, put a request for Tamanna’s phone records as well along with Rajeev’s.
To be Continued...