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CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

The two men sitting in the Vijayawada railway station could not fathom what was being played in the pen drive. There was a confession and they thought that that was the end and then came an escape of the murderer. Here comes some man called Bhagwandas in this tale who knows Kaushik is a murderer but still help him.

“The video is still long enough, sir” Ravi was saying. “If we listen to the full narration, then we can come to know who this Bhagwandas is.”

Dubey nodded and then spoke, “But, the problem is not that. The problem is that it is being recorded. Who is recording the video? Does Kaushik know it is being recorded, and if yes, why is he still confessing in it. Wouldn’t he be in trouble if this video is leaked?”

Ravi offered an explanation, “Sir, the only logical answer I can think of right now is that Kaushik is not aware of the recording of the video else he would not have spoken about the murder.”

“Then”, Dubey continued, “Who is recording this video and why? And what was the pen drive doing in the dead man’s pocket, if at all it was there. It is very much possible that the pen drive be found just where you found the dead man and it was a mere coincidence.”

Ravi swallowed his saliva. The possibility spelt out by Dubey could mean they are dealing with entirely different and unrelated cases. Yes, it was possible that the pen drive and dead man were totally unrelated. Should they go forward questioning the two men sitting a few rooms away, leaving the rest of the video unseen?

But for an intuition of some other worse event they were going to listen or see, Dubey would have left the rest of the video unseen. He prodded Ravi to click ‘resume’.

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A few rooms away, seeing the TTE fall asleep, K2 knew, it was the best option he had till they were waiting for questioning. However, the last moments before his long time friend’s death left him perturbed. Should I have apologized to him? Should I have told him my identity? Thus he pondered.