Disclaimer : I'm a huge KPop fan and you will come across names and photographs of KPop idols in most of my stories (The photographs and pics are downloaded from the internet and I do not have ANY intellectual property right over them). They are my muse and inspiration in so many ways. The incidents and characters are fictional and have no resemblance to any K pop idol in any manner.
It had been quite a hectic week! Raghu and Gopal were discharged from the hospital and sent home, but they turned up at the HQs, getting suspicious looks from everyone since they were known criminals. I tried to investigate as to the truth of their claims and found I was actually their first proper ‘assignment’! I didn’t know whether to laugh or get mad about it! Honestly, why someone would entrust them with the task of eliminating ME was somehow beyond my understanding! These two guys were literally just harmless small time criminals who couldn’t swat a fly! The mere thought of them trying to hold a gun was somehow hilarious! I burst out laughing at my own thoughts, but instantly sobered down as another not-so-funny thought came to mind, which literally gave me goosebumps. What if... someone had done this on purpose to distract my attention from someone/ something more important? What was I missing here? I felt a chill run down my spine. Well, someone definitely wanted me killed but they simply used Raghu and Gopal to keep me busy running around in circles and I took the bait! So much for my famed intelligence and instincts! Well, I decided to start right at the beginning and that is Nightingale Club.
So, I was back outside the Nightingale, inside my rented beat up van; watching and waiting. I was thinking hard, all senses alert and aware of my surroundings. Stake-outs were a part of my life. It required infinite patience and careful planning, with attention to the minutest details.
I had already spoken to Minnie. She was being pampered by her loving family members and she sounded happy and relaxed. I had my phone on vibration mode as I waited for something to happen.... Something that would make sense, would make me see the context that I lost while looking at the text..... I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for, waiting for.....
It was something that wasn't unusual in these surroundings but my instincts had kicked in the moment a black Mercedes Benz stopped outside the Club. A well dressed man came out of it as his chauffeur held the door and walked into the Nightingale.
Sunny Street was frequented by the rich and the famous at night but somehow something felt out of place. I felt as though I knew this man; he was familiar and yet I couldn’t place him! I had seen that face before but can’t recall when or where.....
(to be continued.....)
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