Helpless

*RAB Headquarters, Dhaka.*

*Sub Inspector Suvroneel Saha was sitting in the interrogation room. The terrifying scene of Shakib's house was still stuck in his head. But still, he needed to find the culprit. Two were brought to the interrogation room one by one. The first was the shopkeeper outside Shakib's house.*

--(Suvro) So, how long do you run the shop?

--(Shopkeeper) Sir, from 6 a.m. to 11 p.m.

--Did you know Mr Shakib?

--Yes, sir. He often used to shop at my shore.

--When did you last see him?

--6 days ago. I also saw him with a woman. Miss Reema, I guess.

--You knew that woman too?

--Yes, sir. Mr Shakib was her regular customer.

--Custome...

*Suvroneel understood what he was talking about.*

--Um...Okay. So, did you see anyone suspicious in the area recently?

--Sir, my shop is right at the entrance of Ranma. It is a very spot. Thousands of people and vehicles go past my house every day.

--Did you hear any unusual noise coming from the house?

--No, sir. Nothing.

--No screams or anything?

--Well, miss Reema was screaming a lot that night.

--(In a angry voice) So that is not unusual?!

--No, sir.

--How so?!

--Sir, if I say one last thing, you may not ask me any other questions.

--What is that?

--It wasn't the first time I heard a scream from that house. Also, I heard screams from more people other than her from that house.

*The words said by the man hit Suvroneel like a truck. Suvroneel couldn't muster up the energy to ask anything else. He asked the shopkeeper to leave.*

*Next, a constable from the Ranma Police station entered the interrogation room.*

--(Suvro) So, when did you last see Mister Shakib?

--(Constable) Sir, about seven days ago.

--Did he call you in those seven days?

--No, sir.

--Didn't you find suspicious your sir's sudden disappearance?

--Disappearance? (Laughs silently) Sir, he barely showed up at work. He only showed up at work to take subscription money from the shops or to take credit for any work done by us.

*Suvroneel couldn't ask the constable anything else. He asked him to leave. Suvroneel was disappointed as he didn't find anything important. He only learned that Shakib is probably the most disgusting person he knows.*

*City Hospital, Dhaka.*

*Tareq Mirza went to the hospital to check if his hand had recovered.*

--(Tareq) So, doctor. What do you think?

--(Doctor) Wow. I must say you heal like a beast. Most of the time, these injuries can last for two or three weeks. But your hand looks good to go already.

*The doctor proceeded to cut the plaster on Tareq's hand. After that, Tareq Mirza exited the room to see a familiar face. It was Abrar, the man who he met in the park.*

--(Tareq) Hey, how is it going?

--(Abrar) Oh hey. Long time no see.

--So, how are you doing?

--All well. It seems your hand is all good now.

--Yeah. By the way, what are you doing here?

--Donated my blood. Do it every month. Heard somewhere it is the rarest blood in Bangladesh. So, I do it.

--Wow, that is a noble deed.

--It ain't. More like a duty for me. Anyways, I forgot to ask. How did you get hurt in the first place?

--Ah, I fell.

--Where?

--In my house?

--In which room?

--Ah, um, you know...

--You didn't fall, did you?

--No. I fought with someone.

--I see. Always speak the truth. Never lie to anybody. Then your heart stays pure and beautiful.

--You are a nice person, do you know that?

--I'm glad to hear. Btw, I learned a fact yesterday. Wanna hear?

--Sure.

--Did you know dolphins m@sturbated using dead eel?

*The 'fact' caught Tareq off guard. He didn't expect to hear something like that.*

--(Tareq) Why?.. Why did you have to say that?

--(Abrar) Well, I thought you were into stuff like this...

--And what made you think that?

--Your face, I guess?

--...Seriously?

--Um, yeah.

--To be honest, I'm not going to say anything else.

--Sorry if you didn't like the fact. I found it fun.

--How is it fun...?

--Anyways, let's exchange our numbers, shall we?

--Um, yeah. Why not?

*The two exchange numbers. Though Tareq couldn't put those words out of his head. At least not yet.*

--(Tareq) Here you go.

--Thanks, man. Anyways, wanna go eat outside?

--No. I'm a little busy now, so maybe later.

--Okie dokie. Call me whenever you are free. And also, I'll daily send you new facts. Ciao.

--That won't be necessary. Bye.

*Tareq leaves for the RAB headquarters. With his hand again good to go, he was ready to give his all in the case.*

*RAB Headquarters, Dhaka.*

*Tareq enters the building and immediately gets accompanied by his teammates.*

--(Tareq) So, Hasan. What did you find from Lamiya?

--(Hasan) Sir, Miss Lamiya examined the bomb found on the windows. She informed me that they were not the type of bombs usually available with the local dealers. The equipment was different, yet it was as effective as the bombs. According to her, they were custom-made by an expert or the killer.

--Well, there is nothing to be too surprised about. He will try to do everything in his power to hide. It is our job to find him. Suvro, did you find anything?

--(Suvroneel) No, sir. Nothing.

--As I expected. Anyways...

*Another Naik arrived before Tareq.*

--(Naik) Sir, a parcel arrived for you.

--(Tareq) Parcel?

*Tareq took the parcel to his room and opened it. It had a model of a building. It also had some photos and a letter. It was from Blue Anarchy. The letter said-

Dear Mirza Tareq,

Hope you doing well. I planned to send this parcel to you earlier. But couldn't due to some personal problems. But no problemo. Anyways, the model I sent you is an actual building in Maniganj. It was made by Mr Tafhimul, Mr Laxman and Mr Faiz. I killed them all one by one, remember? Anyways, the address is at the end of this letter. And the people you see in the photos are the people who protested during the building's construction as it was being built on government land. Do you know where they are now? Simple. Under that same building. They were killed and buried under that same soil 2 years ago. Their families are still looking for them. For 2 long years. I pity them. They didn't even know they are dead for so long. But not anymore. They are going to know it from you. Wonder why? Because, I have sent them letters too, and said that you know where their loved ones are. So, have fun, because I'm pretty sure they will be already there when this parcel shall arrive.

Ciao.

Blue Anarchy*

*Tareq Mirza felt a cold chill going down his spine. No sooner than he finished reading the letter, Hasan entered his room.*

--(Hasan) Sir, some people want to meet you. They are saying that only you can help them.

*Tareq Mirza slowly stepped out of his room to find a group of seven or eight people waiting for him. As soon as they saw him, they circled him immediately.*

--(A old woman) Sir. You know where my son is, right? Please tell me where my son is! I haven't seen him for the last 2 years!

--(A old man) Sir, my daughter Parul has been missing for 2 years. Please tell me where she is. I'll give you all the money you want. Just give my daughter to me! (Cries)

*The others in the crowd were saying similar things. Some were looking for their children, some for their fathers, and some for their siblings. Tareq couldn't utter a single word. He never felt this helpless in his entire life.*