`*`CHASE`*` {A-K} Chp 14/2!!!pg. 152 ❤️ - Page 27

Originally posted by: desiqt8806

awwww...well then yea its a good thing ur still steady lol!! glad that ur in good shape to update😃

LOL i tell yu it doez wonderz!!!!❤️

Originally posted by: Smileyface

oo i think thts a great idea...can i shoot him...plzz plzz plzz??

sure LOL def yu can shoot him dwn..butt on one condition!!!!go hunt da psycho dwn...cuz i aint tellin yu any time soon 😆 LOL good luck ❤️

Originally posted by: Smileyface

haha..lol...nahh as much as we fite me nd ekta luv eachother...and u r a pretty steady table...good jobb..lol...

LOL even i can figure dat much out!!!!but itz just too damn halariouz!!!nd yea i guesss i am def steady!!!! ❤️

Two detectives from the Kansas City Police Department Mishti Agrawal and Anitha Menon arrived at the Bose Mansion a little past two. As the interview got under way, Angad, silent and watchful, remained by Kripa's side. He let the detectives run the show and didn't interfere in the questioning or volunteer any opinions or suggestions. When he got up to leave the room, Kripa had to force herself not to grab hold of him to keep him there. She wanted him close by, even if only to offer moral support, but he'd gotten a phone call from a profiler who has been assigned to the case. Prithvi joined them, and the first couple of minutes with him were very predictable. Like most women who met her brother for the first time, the detectives seemed captivated and had trouble taking their eyes off him. Prithvi gave them one of his grins, completely unaware of the heart flutters they caused.

Misti flipped open her notepad and looked at Kripa. "Did you brother tell you how we got hold of the tape?" She didn't wait for an answer but continued. "The son of a B**** just strolled inside the police station sometime last night, dropped his little package, and then strolled right back out. I mean, it was perfect time 'cause it was a zoo in there. Two big drug busts had just gone down, and they were dragging their drugged-out asses in for over an hour. The watch said he didn't notice the package until things had calmed down. Anyways, we figure he must have been dressed in blues, like a street cop, or maybe he was pretending to be a lawyer, come to bail his client out. No one remembers seeing anyone with a manila envelope," she added. "That's what the tape was in, and to be honest, it was such a hectic time, I doubt anyone would have noticed the envelope if the son of a B**** hadn't called."
"He called 911 from a pay phone in City Center Square," Anitha interjected. "That isn't too far from here."
"The guy's got steel balls, I'll give him that," Mishti remarked. She colored then and blurted, "Sorry about the language. I've been hanging around Anitha too long."
"So what can you tell us?" Anitha asked Kripa.

Kripa raised her hands in gesture of futility. She didn't have the faintest idea how to help them—she couldn't even come up with a visible theory as to why she had been targeted.

The detectives didn't have any leads yet, though it wasn't for lack of trying. They had already canvassed the neighborhood, searching for witnesses who might have noticed a stranger or a car in the vicinity late Sunday afternoon. No on had seen or heard anything out of the ordinary, which hadn't surprised the detectives. People around are suspicious of the police.
Neither Mishti nor Anitha were optimistic about catching "The Unsub" quickly. They would have to wait and see what developed. Maybe the letter the man had told Prithvi he'd mailed would shed some insight. Then again, maybe not.
"Aside from assaulting Prithvi here, no other crime has been committed," Mishti said. "At least no yet anyway."
"Do you mean to tell me that if I'm murdered, then you'll look into it?" Kripa asked a little more sharply than she intended.
Mishti, the more blunt of the two, responded. "Do you want me to sugarcoat it or be honest?"
"Be honest."
"Okay," she replied. "We're pretty territorial, kinda like big cats, and it would depend on where he dumped the body. If it's our city, we take the case."
"A crime has already been committed," Prithvi reminded them.
"Yes," Anitha agreed. "You were assaulted, but—"
Prithvi interrupted. "I didn't mean that. He confessed to killing another woman."
"Yeah, well, he says he killed her," Anitha countered. "He could have been lying about that."
Mishti volunteered her opinion that the incident in the cabin was just a sick prank by an irate man who maybe had a grudge against Prithvi and wanted to get back at him. That was why, she explained, they had spent so much time on their first call questioning him about possible enemies.
"Look, we aren't going to sit on our hands," Anitha assured Kripa. "But we don't have a lot to go on yet."
"And it isn't our jurisdiction."
"How do you figure that, Detective Mishti Agrawal?"
Angad asked the question. He was leaning against the door frame, watching the detectives.
Her tone was antagonistic when she answered. "The Unsub reported the crime here in Kansas City, but he made it clear on the tape, clear to us anyways, that he lives in or around Des Moines, Iowa. We'll share what we've got with the police there, and we'll keep the file open of course…..in case he comes back."
"The way we see it, the FBI's involved. Right? You guys are bound to come up with something," Anitha offered.
Mishti nodded. "We don't like to interfere in an FBI investigation."
"Since when?" Angad asked.
She smiled. "Hey, we're trying to get along here. I don't see why we can't work on this together. You give us what you've got, and if we come up with anything we'll be happy to share it with you."

They weren't getting anywhere. After the detectives gave Kripa their cards, they left. Kripa was thoroughly frustrated by the lack of action, even though she realized her expectations had been unrealistic. She wanted answers and results—maybe even a miracle—to make this nightmare go away, but by the time the detectives left, she felt….hopeless. Because her brother seemed so relieved that something was being done—the cavalry had arrived after all—she didn't tell him how she felt. In fact, she didn't get a chance to talk to him for the rest of the afternoon. His attention was diverted elsewhere.

Prithvi was so rattled by what was happening, he forgot it was Monday afternoon. But then he happened to look out the window and saw kids waiting for him. There was a tradition at Bose Mansion on warm Monday afternoons when Prithvi was in town, and he wasn't about to let anything get in the way of the ritual that meant so much to the children in the neighborhood. At precisely quarter to three, all other duties and concern came to a standstill, when a large number of neighborhood kids gathered in the Mansion parking lot and began to clamor for Prithvi to come outside. Prithvi put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, kicked his shoes and socks off, and grabbed a towel. He made Kripa stay inside—it was safer he told her—but she could watch the fun from one of the windows.

As was the custom and barring any unforeseen complications, a fire truck arrived at three o'clock, and the two good-hearted off-duty firemen closed the gates to the lot and opened the fire hydrant. The children, including toddlers through high schoolers, eagerly waited which the firemen adjusted the heavy nozzle between the iron gates and clamped it to the rails so that the hose wouldn't go skittering every which way. Then the water was turned on. The kids wore cutoff jeans or shorts. None of them owned swimming suits—such apparel wasn't in their parents' budgets—but that didn't diminish their excitement. After stacking their towels and shoes on the steps, they played in the water until their clothes were soaked, splashing and shouting with as much enthusiasm as any children at a country club. There weren't any fancy kidney-shaped pools with diving boards and water slides around. They made do with what they had, and for an hour, while the firemen and any other adults who had tagged along with their little ones sat with Tai on the porch and slipped cold lemonade.

When Prithvi wasn't busy holding on to the smaller children so they wouldn't be swept into the bushes by the force of the spray, he manned the medical kit and dispensed Neosporin, glow-in-the-dark Band-Aids, and sympathy for skinned knees and elbows. After the firemen turned the water off and prepared to leave, Tai dispensed Popsicles. After the pandemonium had died down and the water-logged, worn-out children had all gone home, Tai insisted that Angad and Kripa join Prithvi and her for a peaceful dinner. Prithvi and Angad prepared the meal. Angad grilled chicken while Prithvi fixed a salad and green beans fresh from the Tai's garden.

The table conversation revolved around the reunion, and stories about the trouble they had caused during college days. By unspoken agreement, no one discussed what Tai called "disturbing event" during dinner, but later as Tai and Kripa worked side by side washing and drying the dishes, she brought up the topic again when she asked her how she was handling the worry. She told her she was frightened, of course, but also so angry she wanted to start throwing things. Tai took her at her word and immediately snatched the plate she was trying out of her hands.

When your brother found out he had cancer, I know he felt powerless and frustrated and angry, but then he decided to take charge of his medical care. He read as much as he possibly could about his specific type of cancer, and that was quite a challenge because he is such a rare type. He studied all the medical journal and he interviewed a good number of specialists in the field until he found the woman who had set the protocol for treatment."
"Dr. Kannan."
"Yes," Tai replied. "Prithvi felt that Dr. Kannan could help him. He didn't expect any miracles of course, but Prithvi had faith in Dr. Kannan, and the physician seems to know what she's doing. You brother's holding his own in this battle," she added. "And that's why, when the oncologist transferred to Kansas Medical Center, Prithvi followed her. What I'm trying to advice you to do, Kripa, is take charge. Figure out a way you can do that and then you won't feel so helpless or afraid."

After they finished cleaning the kitchen, Tai brewed her one of her special toddies, guranteed to soothe her frazzled nerves. Then she said her good nights, and went upstairs to bed. The drink was bitter, but she dutifully drank it down because Tai had gone to so much trouble for her.

It had been a hell of a day. It was late now, almost ten o'clock, and the stress had worn her out. She sat on the sofa next to her brother in the living room, trying to pay attention as they formulated their plans. But concentration was difficult, and she couldn't keep her thoughts from wandering. She couldn't even seem to block out the background noise. An old air conditioner propped in the window adjacent to the fireplace droned on and on like a swarm of angry bees, yet barely cooled the room. Occasionally the unit would shudder violently before returning to the monotonous droning again. She kept expecting the thing to leap out of the window. Icy condensation dripped down into a spaghetti pot Prithvi had placed under the window to protect the hardwood floor he was determined to refinish one of these days, and the constant pinging noise was driving her to distraction.

Angad was full of energy. He was pacing around the living room, his head down as he listened to what Prithvi was saying. Her brother, she noticed, was quieter—he'd taken his tennis shoes off and propped his feet up on the ottoman. There was a huge hole in one of his white socks, but he didn't seem to notice, or care that his big toe was sticking out. He was yawning every other minute.

Kripa felt as limp and lifeless as a rag doll. She put the china cup on the table, sank back into the soft cushions of the sofa, took a couple of deep breaths, and closed her eyes. Maybe tomorrow, after a good night sleep, she'd be more clearheaded. So lost was she in her own thoughts, she flinched when Prithvi nudged her knee to get her attention.
"Are you falling asleep on us?"
"Just about."
"I think you and Angad should stay here tonight. We've got two extra bedrooms. They're Spartans but adequate."
"You've only got one extra bedroom." Angad said. "Sujal's going to be here anytime soon."
"Who's Sujal?" Kripa asked.
"A friend," Angad answered. "He's coming in from D.C."
"Angad thinks I need a baby—sitter."
"Bodyguard," he corrected, "Sujal's good at what he does. He's going to stick to you like gum on a shoe. No arguments. I can't be in two placed at once, and since you want me to stay with Kripa, I'm putting Sujal on you."
"Do you think Prithvi's in danger?" Kripa asked.
"I'm not taking any chances."
"Is Sujal with the FBI?"
"Not exactly."
He didn't go into detail, but she was too curious to drop the subject. "Then how do you know him?"
"We used to work together. Sujal's …….specialized…….and Josh uses him every now and then. I had to call in a favor to get him. He's swamped with business these days."
"As a bodyguard?"
"You could say that."
"You aren't going to tell me what his specialty is, are you?"
Angad grinned. "No, I'm not."
Prithvi yawned loudly. "It's settled then?"
"What's settled?" she asked.
"Haven't you been paying attention? We've been discussing the matter for the past FIFTEEN minutes."
"No, I haven't," she admitted, and because her was her brother she didn't feel the need to apologize. "What did you settle?"
"You're going away with Angad." He glanced up at his friend and added,"That's what I decided anyways. Angad's ambivalent."
"Oh? Where would we be going?"
"San Fran Bay," he answered. "You could stay with my family. They'd love to see you, and I know they've been bugging you to come. It's a great place, Kripa, and it's isolated too. There's only one way in and out," he added."Over a bridge. I'm telling you, you'll love it there. The front yard is the size of a football field, and just beyond is the water. Maybe Kavya will take you sailing. You've met Angad's brother, remember?"
"Yes, ofcourse I remember him. He stayed with Grandfather and me for a week after he finished law school."
"And aren't you still corresponding with him?" he asked.
"Yes, and I've love to see him again, and Judge Uncle and Aunty too, but—"
Prithvi cut off any protest she was going to make. "And you'd finally get to meet all the others," he pressed. "I'm sure they'll come home to see you."
"That would be nice, but Prithvi, now isn't the time."
"It's the perfect time. You'll be safe, and that's all you should be thinking about now."
"What makes you think this lunatic won't follow me? Have you considered Angad's family? I could be putting them in danger."
"We'd make it secure," Angad said. He sat down in the easy chair on the other side of the ottoman and leaned forward, bracing his arms on his knees"But I think we're going to be staying here for another day, maybe two."
"To wait for the letter the man told Prithvi he mailed to the police?"
"We don't have to wait on that."
"I want my sister out of here now," Prithvi insisted.
"Yeah, I know you do."
"Then why do you want to hang around? It's dangerous," he argued.
"I doubt our man is still in Kansas City. He's done what he came here to do. He's probably gone back home. We're staying here because Josh's coming here. He's personally overseeing the investigation, and he wants to talk to you."
"About what?" kripa asked. "What can Prithvi tell him he doesn't already know?"
Angad smiled. "Lots of things," he said.
"When is he coming?"
"Tomorrow."
"I was pretty shaken up when I talked to him," Prithvi said. "I was real desperate to find you because I figured you'd know what to do."
"Do you still figure that?" Angad asked.
"Of course."
"Then let me do my job. Kripa and I will wait to talk to Josh before I take her away. I'm going to protect her, Prithvi, and you're just going to have to trust me."
He slowly nodded, "I'll try not to get in the way. Is that good enough?"

The doorbell rand and the conversation came to an abrupt end. Angad told Prithvi to stay where he was and went to open the door. Kripa noticed he unsnapped the flap over his gun on his way out of the room.
"I'm sure that's Angad's friend, Sujal."
"Do you think he sleeps with it?" she asked her brother in a whisper.
"Sleeps with what?"
"His gun."
He laughed. "Of course not. You don't like it, do you?"
"I don't like guns."
"Do you like Angad?"
She shrugged. "I liked him before I met him because he's been such a good friend to you, and he seems very nice."
"You think so?" he asked, and then he laughed again." Angad would get a kick out of hearing that. When the chips are down, when things get bad, he isn't nice at all. That's what makes him good."

Before she could nag him into giving her specifics, Angad returned to the living room. His friend Sujal followed him.

Prithvi's bodyguard certainly made a strong first impression. Kripa suspected that if he were ever involved in a brawl, he'd come out the winner and relish the good time he'd had slamming heads together. He was dressed in faded jeans and a light gray T-shirt, and his snady brown hair was in desperate need of a trim. There didn't seem to be an extra ounce of fat anywhere, and the muscles in his upper arms strained the bands on his shirtsleeves. A scar below his eyebrow and a devilish grin gave him a rakish appearance, and she knew before he'd spoken a word that he was a flirt and a ladies' man. He'd already given her the once-over as he crossed the room to shake Prithvi's hand, and his gaze, she'd noticed, had lingered on her a bit longer than was necessary.
"I really appreciate you taking the time from your busy schedule to come here," Prithvi said.
"Yeah, well, to be honest, I wasn't given a choice. Angad asked."
"He owes me," Angad explained.
"True," Sujal agreed, his gaze still on Kripa. "And he never lets me forget it."
When Prithvi introduced him to his sister, he took hold of her hand and didn't let go. "You're a hell of a lot prettier than your brother," he drawled. Glancing at Angad, he added, "Say, I've got a great idea."
"Forget it," Angad replied.
Acting as though he hadn't heard him, he suggested, "Why don't I take her and you can have her brother."
"She's off limits, Sujal."
"How come?" he asked, his eyes locked on Kripa's. "You married?"
"No," she answered, smiling over his outrageous behavior.
"Then I don't see the problem. I want her, Angad."
"Too bad," Angad snapped.
Sujal's smile widened. He had obviously gotten just the reaction he wanted because he winked at Kripa, as thought she were a partner in his game to irritate Angad. He finally let go of her hand and turned to Prithvi again. "So what do I call you? 'Pri' or 'Prit' or just plain 'Prithvi'?"
"You call him 'Prithvi," Angad interjected.
"But that's too old fashion. And I'm not OLD."
"Pri or Prit will be just fine," Prithvi said.
"Josh told me you have a copy of the tape," Sujal said then. His smile was gone now. "I think I'd better listen to it."
"It's in the kitchen," Prithvi told him.
"Good," he replied. "I'm starving. Have you got anything to eat?"
"Would you like me to fix you something?" Kripa offered.
When Sujal looked at her again, the smile was firmly back in place. "Yeah, I'd like that a lot."
Angad didn't like it at all. Shaking his head, he said, "You can fix yourself something to eat. Now that you're here, Kripa and I are going to take off. She's wiped out."
What's the schedule tomorrow?" Sujal asked.
"I've got to go back to the hospital for a couple of tests," Prithvi said. "Just routine stuff," he added for Kripa's benefit.
"Hell, I hate hospitals."
"They ought to be sending you thank-you notes," Prithvi remarked dryly."From what Angad's told me about you, you send them a lot of customers."
"Nah, I cut out the middleman. I send them right to the morgue. Save time and money." Sujal glanced at his friend. "What'd you tell your friend about me?"
"That you shot to kill."
Sujal shrugged. "That's about right, but then, so do you. My aim's better, that's all."
"No, it sn't," Angad countered.
Kripa was fascinated by the conversation, but she couldn't tell if Sujal was joking or telling the truth. "Have you killed a lot of people?"
"Now Kripa, you know better than to ask me that. I can't kill and tell. Besides, it's a sin to brag, isn't it Pri?"
Angad laughed. "Bragging is the least of your sins, Sujal."
"Hey, I'm a good man. I like to think of myself as an environmentalists."
"How's that?" Angad asked.
"I'm doing my part to make the world a better place." Turning back to Prithvi he asked, "Are we going to be at the hospital all day?"
"No, I've got an early appointment in radiology. We should be back home by eight or nine."
"Is it time for another MRI?" Angad asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "If so, I really want to be there for you."
"What's so funny about an MRI?" Sujal asked.
Angad shook his head and Prithvi actually blushed as he answered. "As a matter of fact, I am having another MRI, but Angad can't go with me. He's been banned from radiology."
Sujal wanted details, and it didn't take Kripa long to realize she was the reason Angad and Prithvi weren't giving him any. They squirmed around their explanation like naughty schoolboys hauled in front of the principle.
"If you'll excuse me, I'll just go and get my purse."
She hadn't even reached the kitchen before she heard the laughter. Prithvi was telling the story, but because he was speaking in such a low voice, she could only catch a word or two. Whatever had happened with Angad in the radiology department was hilarious to the three men. She found her purse on the floor next to the chair, looped the strap over her shoulder, and then leaned back against the table and waited for the laughter to die down.
Angad came looking for her. "You ready?"
With a nod she followed him to the front door. Prithvi stooped down so she could kiss him on the cheek, and Sujal immediately imitated the action.
Laughing, she pushed him back. "You're a terrible flirt."
"Yeah, I am," he agreed. "And you're one hell of a beautiful woman."
Ignoring the compliment, she said, "Watch over my brother."
"Don't you worry. I've been bred to do just that. I came from a long like of law enforcement officers, so I'm a natural protector. It's in the genes," he added. "Sleep well, Kripa."
She nodded, Angad opened the door, but she paused on the threshold,"Sujal? What's your last name?"
"Garewal," he answered. "Sujal Garewal."

edited to comment:

ok first of all...this was a mad long update!!! thank you!!!!!

Hmmm…I didn't like misthi and anitha that much I didn't like them in the show much anyway

I didn't like their attitude…they can't do anything cuz nothing happened…how stupid is that…when something happens…then they will investigate…what if Kripa dies…what if something else happens…grrr!!

And omg! They creepy dude delivered the package to the police station and no one noticed? Slick..but I still hate him!!

Hmmm sujal is funny and cute…loved his flirtiness lol!

Loved how he told his name!

And their whole guy conversation…seriously what happened during radiology that Angad was banned?? Really curious

And awesome that Kripa is gonna go with Angad and stay with him…can't wait for that but sad that prithvi is gonna be all alone

Great part!!

love the part..it's realli getting interesting...plz continue soon..

lol.. some ones getting jealous innit?

AWWW!!!it was an awesome part..i simply loved it..it sure is a hottie filled FF, angad, sujal, josh, kaavya..i wonder who next?i cant wait for the next part..plz conti soon

hey great part..continue soon 👏