THE KERALA SERIAL KILLER
By Neel Anil Panicker
Inspector Aldrin Chacko half ran, his hands hacking past the knee high growth, feet stomping past the wild weeds that sprouted from all around the marshy undergrowth.
Even before he reached the dilapidated structure’s north facing end, he sighted his Constable Alphonso pointing his fingers downwards, his eyes boring on a small wedge that jutted out of the stony walls.
The words of the informer uttered over the landline ricocheted off his ears____”there’s an old abandoned warehouse abutting the railway yard. Walk to its northern periphery. There, protruding out of the lower end of the wall is a small slit. Inside it you will find the answer to the serial killings of the past seven months”.
Chacko inched closer until his forehead was at kissing distance of the moss filled walls and then directed his pocket sized pen torch towards the rectangular laceration___too small for even a human hand to pass through it.
As the slim beam of the torch fell on the muddy floors inside, his eyes were in for the shock of their lives____there, on the floor and surrounded by blood and bile and vomit and human excreta and their hands and feet tied with thick nylon ropes, were the bodies of two men with the ubiquitous S mark carved onto to their foreheads.
The ‘Malabar Killer had struck again, taunting the police once again with the ubiquitous murder note.
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