By Neel Anil Panicker
“Ok, so here’s how it’ll go. At six he would leave his office. A minute later, his car would take the left turn that leads to NH 24.
At exactly, six past six, his car wheels past the roundabout. He…”
‘He sits in the backseat, left side…we speed past him at the spot where the arrow signal is and spray with automatic weapons, right?’
Simi looked at the two black suited mustachioed men who stood in attention from across her desk.
“One more thing. Empty your entire magazine on him. He deserves a spectacular death. After all, he’s my husband.”
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