that Rachel was silenced because she got too close to Anna’s killer.’
D’Mello looked at his watch and abruptly stood up. ‘I have to go now. Think hard about what I told you. If something strikes you, I want you to call me.’ He tore out a page from his diary, wrote his number down and handed it to Neel.
We rose to follow him out when he suddenly stopped in the doorway and whirled around. ‘I have a strong feeling that you three are hiding something from me. If I find out, you’ll be in big trouble.’ He tapped his nose. ‘Believe me, when I’m on a scent, I don’t stop until I catch my quarry.’
It was funny he said that because I got the feeling he wasn’t telling us everything either.
27
Sara
Writwik called me that evening. He said he had some information and wanted to come over but I put him off. I didn’t want to encourage any thoughts he might have had about getting into my pants again. As far as I was concerned, that one time was enough but men are men, always looking for some action!
We did have a chat on the phone though, and what he told me was intriguing.
Expectedly, Grigor’s murder had created a big flap and the police were in overdrive, trying to solve the crime. The murder of a foreign tourist always got a lot of attention but they were also hoping for some new clue in the Anna Grishin case. When I told Writwik about our two meetings with D’Mello, he started laughing.
‘That pompous ass has had his fat butt kicked big-time by the Commissioner, for having ignored Grigor earlier. To be fair to D’Mello though, he had brought the Russian in for questioning but the man refused to say anything and was eventually released. And as I was telling you earlier, in highly publicised cases like this, so many leads come to the police that it’s difficult for them to tell what’s real and what’s not.’
That explained D’Mello’s attitude towards us.
It appeared to be a contract killing, reinforcing the theory that Grigor had actually seen something incriminating that fateful night. The police had rounded up a number of suspects and were in the process of interrogating them. I remembered the room in which we had met D’Mello earlier in the day, and shuddered at the thought of the brutality that must regularly be taking place within its four walls.
Writwik felt confident that the perpetrator would be identified soon. He said that the police not only had an extensive database of history-sheeters but also a network of informants, which was very useful for cracking such cases. Whether that would lead them closer to Anna Grishin’s killer was anybody’s guess.
I asked him what his paper was doing to cover Grigor’s murder, and that’s when the discussion got really interesting!
The reporter who had interviewed Grigor had been grilled by Writwik himself. Unfortunately, he had forgotten his Dictaphone that day so all he had were some sketchy notes. Grigor had been very reluctant to talk but he was also quite drunk at the time so the reporter managed to get him to answer a few questions. It seemed that Grigor had told a couple of friends about what he saw but didn’t want to get mixed-up with the police, possibly because he had overstayed on his visa.
However, the news somehow reached D’Mello and he promptly had Grigor picked up for questioning.
The reporter had tried to piece together Grigor’s version of events from his incoherent ramblings. That night, he had been sitting at his favourite spot on Baga beach, away from the shacks and under an isolated palm tree. He wasn’t sure about the time but it was well past midnight. Though he didn’t mention it, it was likely that he was taking drugs as well, given the time and place. The beach was deserted at that late hour.
There was hardly any traffic on the narrow road which ran above and behind him so he was surprised when he heard a car stop, only a few metres from where he was. He saw two men get out, open the trunk and lift out
D’Mello looked at his watch and abruptly stood up. ‘I have to go now. Think hard about what I told you. If something strikes you, I want you to call me.’ He tore out a page from his diary, wrote his number down and handed it to Neel.
We rose to follow him out when he suddenly stopped in the doorway and whirled around. ‘I have a strong feeling that you three are hiding something from me. If I find out, you’ll be in big trouble.’ He tapped his nose. ‘Believe me, when I’m on a scent, I don’t stop until I catch my quarry.’
It was funny he said that because I got the feeling he wasn’t telling us everything either.
27
Sara
Writwik called me that evening. He said he had some information and wanted to come over but I put him off. I didn’t want to encourage any thoughts he might have had about getting into my pants again. As far as I was concerned, that one time was enough but men are men, always looking for some action!
We did have a chat on the phone though, and what he told me was intriguing.
Expectedly, Grigor’s murder had created a big flap and the police were in overdrive, trying to solve the crime. The murder of a foreign tourist always got a lot of attention but they were also hoping for some new clue in the Anna Grishin case. When I told Writwik about our two meetings with D’Mello, he started laughing.
‘That pompous ass has had his fat butt kicked big-time by the Commissioner, for having ignored Grigor earlier. To be fair to D’Mello though, he had brought the Russian in for questioning but the man refused to say anything and was eventually released. And as I was telling you earlier, in highly publicised cases like this, so many leads come to the police that it’s difficult for them to tell what’s real and what’s not.’
That explained D’Mello’s attitude towards us.
It appeared to be a contract killing, reinforcing the theory that Grigor had actually seen something incriminating that fateful night. The police had rounded up a number of suspects and were in the process of interrogating them. I remembered the room in which we had met D’Mello earlier in the day, and shuddered at the thought of the brutality that must regularly be taking place within its four walls.
Writwik felt confident that the perpetrator would be identified soon. He said that the police not only had an extensive database of history-sheeters but also a network of informants, which was very useful for cracking such cases. Whether that would lead them closer to Anna Grishin’s killer was anybody’s guess.
I asked him what his paper was doing to cover Grigor’s murder, and that’s when the discussion got really interesting!
The reporter who had interviewed Grigor had been grilled by Writwik himself. Unfortunately, he had forgotten his Dictaphone that day so all he had were some sketchy notes. Grigor had been very reluctant to talk but he was also quite drunk at the time so the reporter managed to get him to answer a few questions. It seemed that Grigor had told a couple of friends about what he saw but didn’t want to get mixed-up with the police, possibly because he had overstayed on his visa.
However, the news somehow reached D’Mello and he promptly had Grigor picked up for questioning.
The reporter had tried to piece together Grigor’s version of events from his incoherent ramblings. That night, he had been sitting at his favourite spot on Baga beach, away from the shacks and under an isolated palm tree. He wasn’t sure about the time but it was well past midnight. Though he didn’t mention it, it was likely that he was taking drugs as well, given the time and place. The beach was deserted at that late hour.
There was hardly any traffic on the narrow road which ran above and behind him so he was surprised when he heard a car stop, only a few metres from where he was. He saw two men get out, open the trunk and lift out
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