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By Neel Anil Panicker
For the first time in his two decade long police career, Inspector Akhtar Shameem of Jammu & Kashmir Special Crime Unit felt what it was like to be on the other side of the law.
The tables had turned__the cop had become the criminal, or so it seemed.
Holed up in his current hideout__an abandoned timber factory located some fifteen miles off Srinagar Highway, and barely a few thousand meters from the Pakistan border, the middle-aged cop went over the events of the previous few weeks.
He had been investigating a drug seizure case a month ago when he stumbled upon the involvement of two prominent legislators.
On digging further, he unearthed a multi-billion dollar drug cartel whose tentacles spread across the border was run by Shah Maqsood Gilani, the Chief Minister’s son.
Soon he had had visitors_ machine gun wielding men who riddled his house with bullets, (luckily his wife and two children were at his in-law’s for a family wedding); strange men who made vile threats over the phone and hurled bombs at his police station.
Inspector Shameem checked his watch. 12.35 pm. It was time to make his move.
His contact Haider would be waiting, as promised.
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