Tequila shots

For the past three days, I was at home working on the recent murder cases trying to fit the right pieces in the jigsaw puzzle, unable to get any concrete lead. There was nothing common between all the murders that took place in the past six months. Except for, all the murderers are found dead after committing the crime. That concludes, there must be a person or two who convinced the murderer to kill for him or her. I have experienced enough to know that those murderers who are dead now we're victims of a bigger plotting. Gulping my last whiskey shot that burned my throat, I kept aside all those evidence and walked towards the hotel room window. Lighting a cigarette, I watched the night scene of Mumbai. It was not one of my favourite places, but my work demanded my presence here. Every time I looked at the sea, a bitterness craped over clogging my chest. It has been more than five years, yet I couldn't erase his memory. This was the same room where we had made love for the last time before he decided to end his life. I was so busy with my work that I couldn't see the pain he was going through. I had failed him. I failed our love. 

My phone buzzed and broke my trance. It must be DG, I guessed. Another murder. Son of a Bitch. 

Dhillon's Bar, the message read.

**

Before my arrival, they had seized the whole area. Nisha, my junior, meet me at the entrance of the bar. 

"We have seized the area before anybody could go out. Luckily I was around when the murder happened. Sadly, I came out to get my jacket from the car. But, I am hundred per cent sure that the murderer is inside the Bar this time and alive." 

"You never know. The murderer might be operating from someone else in the world. He is a serial killer. We are still unable to understand how his brain functions. There is no pattern. In most cases, random guys kill random people. They don't have any criminal background. Anyways, let's go."

Upon entering, I saw the police interrogating four or five people, present inside the bar. I glanced at the dead body that lay dead on the floor. There was no sign of struggle. I quickly searched the area adjacent to the dead body expecting another dead man. But there was none. 'That's strange', I murmured. 'There must be another dead body, I told Nisha while I investigated the dead body thoroughly. Not finding much, I let the police take the body away for postmortem. I looked towards the left where three other men were standing. One of them was the chef because he was wearing his apron. Another guy looked like a mechanic, and then there was another young boy in his early twenties.