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Originally posted by: 6thElement

AWESOME Story telling as always!

Will post more later...But can't help wondering the missing urgency in Maan and Sathya when they are examining the photo angle of the pictures, especially when Sathya points out that 'they didn't forget to close the curtains"

Satya's remark is one that of annoyance. Maan still has to meet up with Anjali's parents and the complete autopsy report is now expected to arrive with Vic.

And indeed if its Geet's room, then I presume they know where they have to start looking for.

For now, there are too many loopholes to follow. So Maan decides to start with where he believes everything started from - Geet.

Highly possible that there could still be more clues there...people who might have seen him lease the place...or rather the apartment was the killer's stakeout for a long time.
Or one step further...His shrine for Geet...where he could watch his 'angel'. Such Obsessive kinds wouldn't want to contaminate and carry out their day to day routine in a revered place. Another reason, he doesn't live near Geet (speculating of course)

Sure, this will be dealt in next chapter. They have only found photos now. Maan will dispatch Deshmukh for investigation. Patience. This is going to reveal something...interesting, I promise.

Another point in the poem that makes me feel he is close. He sure does hear her...

I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

So it doesn't seem like the meticulous Maan/Sathiya to settle for the next big thing to be interviewing Geet's parents...Atleast a team would have to be sent there Sooks...what say?

No. In a previous chapter, Maan says that he wants to talk to Geet's parents and also go to her college. He is suspecting something. He is of the belief that the story of Geet has all the clues to point out to the killer.

I'm also curious, why they haven't dissected the line, after Emily gives them the Facebook posting by the stalker?

Madam, have you seen them slacking anywhere? Its been less than 3 days since the murder and they have been working non-stop. Emily is actually looking into it (in my mind, for now 😆).

Another thing about Vic's observation, is the petechiae he mentions from asphyxiation. This is common in strangulation, but all reports I have read of so far are for victims who are aware of what was happening to the consciously, in other words, the last image in their eyes as their breath left them was the killer. In this case Anjali was subdued with a drug, so I'm not sure if Anjali's wide eyes is something to be taken for a clue.

I am not going to answer this. 😆 But I can tell you this - Vic now says that the killing occurred between 10 and 11. But the roofies was taken at around 8. What happened in those two hours? Also, eyes open momentarily at the time of death due to relaxation of muscles and for many, it stays that way.
Also note that Anjali did not die by strangulation. :-)

The real stalker seems to have faked his own death through a decoy. Very well another man from Geet's college who became a scape goat for no reason at all, or the real stalker found out that the poor guy had a crush on her. He simply used him to cover his tracks or rather there was a higher purpose in doing so...He wanted to reinvent himself.

Not answering this one. 😆

Reference from the poem:

To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,

I almost feel the previous three deaths have been shut and go cases, the eve-teaser, the lady and child in phuket (may be this is not the stalker, but the fact that the husband called the girls Angels is very suspicious) and 'presumed' stalker, which would not have settled well with the real stalker's need for recognition of his work (at least he would want Geet to know it, it not the world for his immaculate work). Since the cases were never given the 'due' attention, owing to their own reasons and starting from re-inventing himself ever since Geet's confrontation, beginning with Shaha's murder he is leaving clues...Trying to play God in Geet's life, in deciding whom he wants to linger close to her. In fact, my theory he is slowly beginning to enjoy the killing itself. Going from seconds(to chopping off hands to GSW to the head), he has moved onto asphyxiation and the stabbing. This all tells me his need for control and confirmation he thrives for after the kill.

I wont answer this in detail but I will say that the direction of this theory is only half correct. Is he enjoying the killing as its his sexual release or is that his rage talking?
Why not some twisted fantasy which is making the killer devolve?

Couple of things that's to be noted
1) One cannot entirely tell the murderer doesn't possess guilt. However gruesome the killings are, the killer seems to be drugging first to have them unconscious...almost like sleeping, or another notch higher, that they are already dead to him. He probably thinks he is only killing someone who is already dead or 'should' be dead, to reduce his own sense of guilt. Something tells me he can't handle the same actions, with them being alive. Although I can't tell in which way his pathology will progress.

Choosing weapon explains a lot. And am not saying anything more. 😃

2)So we have one kill for lust and another for wrath (anger), the eve-teaser guy for sloth perhaps? the decoy stalker for greed? I don't have explanations for the mother...But this concept is cliche...you wouldn't go for it. He he

I can safely tell you that the Phuket accident has nothing to do with killings directly but it did trigger few...things! 😆

3) Your photo of the killer, with your note saying that you like the guy in the picture...he he. I guess its a decoy for us.

It's for kicks 😆

4) Interesting mention of 'the person' and 'artist' in the Interlude chapter. Clever ambiguity. Again from the poem: There will be time to murder and create,

😃 Yes...

5) Mal is being left out and the reasons are not clear to me yet.

😃 Not telling you...

6) Is it possible the stalker is a split personality? The one with the most in-difference towards Geet normally, turns the other way around, when the other personality takes over. (This is a speculation, not an observation)

😃 Hmm...good idea...lets see!

Last but not the least, the poem by Eliot himself. The poem has so many clues, if I start writing everything that is running in my head, I will beat your updates length. So I will let it be and save it for another day.

My advice - don't look into the poem too much. ...

Real long one Sooks...Deal with it. After all my eyes only saw what it wanted to see.
GREAT WRITING and STORY NARRATION! Hats off Gurl.

H! Many thanks for the comments!! I had so much fun answering them and secretly glad that you are observations in some places are bang on.

Hasini

Originally posted by: 6thElement

Thanks Sookie, for patiently going through my looonnnggg comment.

I'm sure I irritated you, but you should know, I wouldn't bother going into details had it not been a crime FF from you. I guess that speaks for itself. 😉

Love the story so far. And you know when you blur the lines for that that, you start chiding you characters (owing to fondness) and tell them do this and that. Just like when a cricket fanatic is watching cricket and grunts "Oh! You should have batted one angle lower". Its out of the dedication!

Did I get this right? That Vic is going to correct the times in the final post-mortem report that the drug was taken at 8.00? I don't see a mention of it in the story itself only a range has been given so far.

Yes. They have estimated the time of death but not the complete duration of presence of Rohypnol in the system. That will be know when complete toxicology reports come in.

To your question, what he did he did in those 2 hours before killing? Another theory since I read the mention of sexual release and anger, is that he substitutes the victim to be Geet for those hours. Tries to woo her, cajole her, but since the victim will not respond, he is driven by rage to kill them. The imagination shows the devolvement in the theory, but not sure.

Okies! I will refrain from the poem.

Then thanks for clarifying that the phuket killing wasn't related by triggered events.

Oh! totally forgot...You mention that the trip to the buddhist temple was arranged and that they got an intimate tour...How was this possible if the organized tour didn't have it as part of their itinerary?

Did the man who called them 'Angles' have anything to do with it?😊

La la la la laaa I can't hear you... 😆

Another theory I had, but didn't pen down, given the time was that we indeed had two stalkers for Geet. Only the first one was real one and the second one, could be the brother of the girl who worked at Sasha's place and that he is simply copying the MO...He could have followed Sasha to Phuket, noticed Geet, overheard their conversation? Or intrigued by her did some background check and using her stalkers MO (improvising on it?) And it could be a plain coincidence that Geet walked into lives of two psychopaths? [I don't want it to be this one...I want the demented guy from the beginning]

Neither yes nor a no... 😃

LOL...I will stop here. THANKS Sookie for answering.

Hasini

Interlude II

They were born from the spilled pool of blood and dirt when evening star shone bright and Nyx rode high. The oaths taken and vows made by people were tested by them, that night.

They shone like angels, they twinkled like stars as they talked, laughed and ate like primordial deities. The artist's hand shivered in anticipation as the fingers memorized every curve on a sketchpad. The air cackled with magic left behind by a race thousands of years ago and it made the artist's hand work on its own without troubling its master.

The hands stilled when sound of a wounded wild cub pierced through the gentle rhythm of musical notes. Men and women stood around and watched a man beat a small boy for the bread he stole. A drop of blood and a drop of tear fell from the boy's chin and got mixed with dirt as if it always belonged there. The world was cruel in the way it dictated people to do what it truly didn't want them to do. Guilt was pawned in the world of greed while humanity prostituted. The world was truly fu*ked, the artist thinks.

"Begger!" A queenly dressed woman exclaimed, repulsing at the sight of crying boy.

"Throw him on the street. This is no place for a boy like him! Stupid runt, filth of the world", a cigarette smoking man mumbled behind a steam of smoke purged by a cigar that was more expensive than the stolen piece of bread.

The hands are stilled and breathing is painful. Eyes are averted and stomach churns at the sight of the boy. The artist chokes on pungent smell of inhumanity thick in the air and breaks into a hurried walk.

It was then they are born. In the middle of chaos they forced in an order causing a drastic imbalance in societal biased decrees. The hurried steps of the artist are stopped and slowly walks back to where the sketch book lay orphaned, begging the artist to take it back. The artist's fingers are tickled by magic again and they get to work as their owner's eyes capture the cosmic shift in great detail. Wasn't this the entire goal of life, the heart exuberates.

The older man looks in half anger half fear as they walk towards the scene of offense. The crowd parts like a sea would at the command of an immortal and they walk as if this is how it is supposed to be.

They say they are the oaths that men would never bring on their tongues. Women put hand on their bosom to silence the throbbing heart. They smile at the boy and fed him meat and bread while the ones with diluted morals tried to dissolve in shadows at the angels' angry stare.

Their glare had vengeance when they looked at men and women and their eyes bled red when they looked at the boy. They fed him, they wiped his tears and they made him smile. They promised him a decent life and the artist believed that they kept the promise.

The hands sketched them all over again.

It was the sadness on their faces made the artist sketch them; complete with bleeding eyes.

To be continued.