Him
We have been trying to track down the exact location of this drug fest; it’s supposed to commence one month from now. These fests – as many as we have tracked down, are mostly conducted in the disguise of a regular city event. And are mostly limited to suppliers and vendors for regular customers.
But this one seems way worse; and in more ways than one.
The drug problem that we identified long back in our college days, is apparently only one part of the big business going on in the country. For me it was the one that ruined my childhood and led to the death of one of the most important people in my life.
How differently things would have gone if she were alive...
Sex trade especially through media, in a world where real villains are dubbed as heroes, be it celebs, politicians, or socialites; indulging in the dirty work in the name of charity and goodwill, is a common practice. The mind-boggling part is it is ignored more often than the Sensex column of a local newspaper.
This one set next month, is supposed to be the biggest one of the years; meaning it will boast high profile guests – from businessmen to celebrities. To kids and relatives of the most corrupt politicians; a wide assortment of names has emerged.
But they are meagre as compared to the estimated number of elite guests. I’m guessing the high ranks of this chain.
Regardless, influencers and media are going to be a part of this. So, it is going to be one of our biggest raids if we are able to infiltrate without making our intentions obvious.
So far all we know is that the drug fest is catering about five crores worth of narcotic substances including bricks of cocaine, several kilograms of heroin, hashish, several synthetic opioids; the good old cannabis and methamphetamines in large quantities, of which all are illegal in the country.
Black has been hysterical about the whole tracking down of our informant and I have been more than thrilled at the idea. The exuberance has been mostly due to the fact that I already have a very strong feeling of who it might turn out.
Not that I am not going to look for my options. You never know if there are one too many. But there is a duo that about fit perfectly into the outline of sort of a happy family picture our secret informant described.
And as much as my friends might be interested in him being there for as long as possible to extract as much information as we can; me and my bestie are of the belief that the world would be a bit better with one less demonic soul to worry about. So, we might just take this matter into our very own skilled hands to track and bring down the bastard after he spills as much as he can. Probably on his grave.
I am blessed, just like my sweetheart here on the live feed, to have a best friend who is more like me than me. Both of us accept the fact that your good deeds don’t cover the bad you have already done in the world.
I guess the motherfucker needs to end his miserable life; as the reward he expected God to grant him when he first used his tongue, or his fingers to be precise, for some good in the society.
It’s difficult to be pissed and in love at the same fucking time. One moment I want to rip someone’s throat off, another I am watching my baby taking her sweet time sleeping peacefully.
It’s good for her. Her mind and body, both need to heal from the heated session we had the other night.
And I know she’s been hating me and loving me at the same time. Guess contradiction has become a part of both our lives. But my face lights up at the even the thought of sharing any minute fucking thing in common with her.
When she first saw me downstairs, in the morning I had a feeling she’s going to make a run for it. To protect me... from me.
I suppress the laughter but a grin still finds its way through.
Whenever did I become the saint and the sinner?
And when she did run away, it was super difficult to maintain my composure, when all I wanted was to hold her and let her know how fucking cute, she looks trying to be the savior.
She made sure I don’t see her noticing me. But the way she usually gapes her pretty mouth every time she spots me candidly is unavoidably cute. I had seen her speed up soon after the gawking session, realizing she needs to avoid me. Fucking admirable! I smile at the thought.
But then she met her. That woman looks like trouble personified. Something is off about her and by the time I was done talking to Divit on the phone, she paced away from the she-devil.
What actually caught my eye was the way the wierdo kept eyeing my Disha, certainly wasn’t appropriate and for a woman with a malicious background like hers.
While I was gone for the past few days, I did my research on the guy with the pseudonym trippytrippy057. Location tracking took us about the entire of last month, since he was using some kind of mask code running in the background.
Black and me were simultaneously working on it, and the result left me run for air.
The last IP location pointed to my society. My Goddamn building!
I had to dig for all the sixty-five apartments in my building. Buyers, sellers, tenants, repurchases, original bookers. All of those, for every single fuck dead or alive who may be related to the property owners.
Such a disgrace that this man has been living in the same building as mine and I had no fucking clue.
It has become a tiresome joke with my friends, they have been loving the way I puke poison every time they pull up a new joke related to this.
Worse thing is not me living in the same building as a duo of drug peddlers and traffickers. The main issue that I had has been wrenching my heart ever since we discovered it.
My muffin resides here too.
And she seems to be a problem magnet even with her I’ll-get-awkward-and-run-away-from-literally-everything syndrome and that seems to be taking away all the memory of my brain’s storage.
She’s on my mind now more than she ever did.
Maybe...maybe you should let her know all about yourself?
But she may hate me more...
Her safety is more important than your love or your relationship with her. Isn’t it?
It most definitely is. But I’m not going to stress on it looking for a plan for the biggest disclosure of the decade.
I better look for the sucker in my building and eliminate him. And maybe his bimbo wife too, before their gaze drifts to my baby.
I had to shortlist the names to residents who were a middle-aged couple living alone, that’s how the unnamed guy described himself and his family as. That’s how I came across Payal and Shashank Kulkarni.
Of the fifteen that I had in mind, these were the oddest. Husband mostly absent or drunk; and wife, a gossiper, nosy as hell and also absent mostly but only on certain nights. Night is the time evil spreads its wings the widest.
And I’m no fool... I do all my dirty stuff mostly at night.
It’s a safe bet that she might be selling her or some poor woman’s ass somewhere for some limelight in the porn industry that she’s thriving in. So, I dug deeper.
Turns out our nosy neighbor was stuck in an MMS scandal some fifteen years back when she was still in college.
That was my cue to look for every last piece me and Divit could manage on both of them. And we did good with that. Because when we actually started looking for it, we found more than enough evidence for suspicion to turn into something concrete. Their profile being covered in several out of character jobs that these two have done in the past.
Payal, as our data says, had been working with a modelling agency in Mumbai before they fired her for leaking indecent clips of models changing between photoshoots.
Before that job she was a bartender in one of the most promiscuous nightclubs of the city; from which again, she was terminated on account of getting caught in a ‘compromising position’ with a VIP club member.
Too much for the saint that she goes around displaying around here.
Her husband on the other hand perfectly matches the description of trippytrippy057; no suspicion whatsoever.
He is an engineering graduate. He seems to have gotten himself in bad company during his post-graduation years, when he was kicked out of college for possession and abuse of narcotic substances.
But even so early into his corrupt career, he was soon released from prison by an elite socialite, name unknown, after which he started working for a ‘private firm’ apart from his day job.
Even on his day jobs, there have been several complaints about a drunk Mr. Kulkarni arriving late to office. Several complaints and terminations from jobs has been a result of the suspicion of substance abuse during office hours.
Also, his attitude towards his coworkers, especially towards women have been quite abusive and debauched. Having been imprisoned several times; which he’s been bailed out every single time.
But they may be pissed with his attitude, said the fear for life which he expressed during his session with Kraken.
Me and Black have been of the view to instantly eliminate them. But Kraken suggested to let them live enough to lead the trail to their mastermind; facilitating out path to the Queen Bee. He had a valid point so all of us agreed unanimously, but that doesn’t mean I won’t keep an eye on these two.
Especially when my muffin is so close to the dangerous piece of shit.
I’ll deal with them later. First, I need to talk to Disha somehow. Convince her to keep her senses on alert, not for me, but for the real monsters around her.
That was the reason I approached to talk to her, get to know what they were talking about and why the woman had her creepy eyes on her. But she’s too afraid to talk to me; for the baseless fear of me.
I head back upstairs after my muffin disappears behind the elevator doors. Her phone leaks her talks with Jessica – one of her colleagues and by what I know her Apeksha in the town. And she seems to be coming over today.
Good!She needed a break.
And I’ll let her have one, but only after the flowers and the note I wrote for her.