Bhendi Bazaar

Bhendi Bazaar

Vish Dhamija

Language: English

Pages: 190

ISBN: 8192953262

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


1982. Three teenage girls planning a flight from the Soviet Union to the West end up being sold in Mumbai's red-light area instead.

The murders start a quarter of a century later.

The victims are all men. All of them tricks, waiting for trysts with high-class escorts. DCP Rita Ferreira is quick to recognize the serial-killer strain; the media isn't far behind. The news sends shockwaves through the city. The first serial killer in living memory of Mumbai is out on the streets.

As Rita grapples to establish the killer's pattern through Bhendi Bazaar, the killer gives her 24 hours to stop the next murder.

Can she do that before she becomes the next victim?

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I didn't want everyone to travel together on this narrow staircase, just in case...' 'What if there's no one at NEWS of the DAY office? What if they're somewhere else?' The speculation wasn't totally unreasonable. It was nearly twenty-four hours since Jatin had last chatted with Anita on MSN. There had been no communication post that. There was every possibility Anita might have changed the location. If she had known about the break-in at her safe house, she surely would have. However, it had.

Narang was exploiting. That and the fact that Anita Raizada was one of prettiest girls he had ever laid his eyes on. Why would he skip the chance of getting laid? And though the fight was, by all odds, unequally arrayed, Anita wasn't giving up the struggle. Well, at any rate, not for another day. Ash drove Rita home after dinner. 'Want coffee?' 'Now that you insist.' Ash smiled and got down from his car before she changed their mind. Out of the lift on the fourth floor, Rita unlocked her.

Town, he only needed to break into the studio, which he eventually did, albeit he used Khan's keys. Why kill him?' 'It's the same maniac killer, Jatin.' Rita was in no frame of mind to discuss something that was so obvious to the eye. 'He is intelligent enough to have realised that we would go after Khan, and hence he eliminated the chain of evidence. The reason he raided the studio was to do away with something that could incriminate him.' Rita looked at Jatin; he nodded. Whether he understood.

Touching 30?C, and the humidity doing its fair bit. Rita had given her trench coat to a constable to drop it in her vehicle. She could feel sweat exuding through body pores, droplets running between her shoulder blades down her spine, and travelling further down. Mumbai had started stirring as the Gypsy drove Rita to Crawford Market — Mumbai Police HQ. Interesting buildings passed her by; some were new even for Rita. She had read about Mumbai once being an archipelago of seven islands. Owned by.

After all, doing a man's job. 'Everything under control?' she asked looking at Jatin, who sat there with sheets of papers. 'So far so good, ma'am. I've spoken to the Forensic Unit, told them we need the reports ASAP. Requested them to complete their investigation on the mobile phone and send the instrument to us by the evening. Asked AirMobile to send us the call-logs from Lele's mobile, ditto from MTNL for his landline phones: sent them a requisition to give us a record of all telephone calls.

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