Just Thinking

A tear drop trickled down James's eye as he saw Susan standing in front of him. It had been more than 2 years, since the day she went missing from their apartment in the city. She looked as beautiful as she did on that day, but her face had no expression, like the face of a dead person. James lowered his gun. He was investigating an underground storage suspected to be a safe house of the Kushkov cartel based on the intelligence he received from the agency. James was overwhelmed, he had assumed that Susan was dead for a long time now and looking at her now standing in front of him, alive and healthy, made him happy for a moment. As he took the first step towards her, she quickly pulled up the gun in her hand and shot James directly in his heart three times. The shots were quick and precise, as if fired by a highly trained personnel.  Kushkov cartel was a very discrete and successful gang of London with large international operations. The police as well as the national intelligence a...

The inspector instantly knew what has happened in the room, just as he broke open the door. In that dark room, a man was sitting on a chair behind a table. A beam of light was entering the room along with the inspector from a lightbulb in the hallway. He slowly walked towards the man who had confessed of a murder to the inspector on the phone, just an hour ago. The inspector moved forward with one hand on his holstered gun, but he knew that the man in chair was already dead. He was alone in the room.  He gently touched the mans' wrist, no pulse. He turned around to check the room rather the office. Nothing out of the ordinary except for a gun in the left hand of the dead man and some scattered papers on the table. The paper on top read, 'I KILLED ADITYA KASHYAP AND MYSELF'. The Inspector was shocked. Aditya Kashyap was a big philanthropist who was recently murdered in his office. 'But why', thought the inspector. He was part of the Aditya Kashyap murder investigatio...