The Third Empire

The Third Empire

A Chapter by Irshad
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Tamilselvan's intelligent plan to stop all the crime activities

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CHAPTER 2 �" THE THIRD EMPIRE

 

                    A busy road Café shop ---- Generally it looks too busy, but it was half empty on that weekday morning. We were sitting on a 4x4 table, nearer to the window, facing the road side. I was looking at the table, stirring the freshly made coffee. Poovai was looking at the road side, counting the number of vehicles passing by. She took a deep breath and turned towards me. I could notice that she tried to capture my eye contact, but I was not able to.

                    “Tamil???”, Poovai in her sweet low tone. She continued again after getting my eye contact.

                    “What do you have decided? Silence does not help sometimes. Talk something.”

                    I took a little sip of coffee and began to speak. But she interrupted and continued again.

                    “I knew that you are going to tell me the same story. You have been haunted with nightmares; you always see myself as a victim in those dreams; you have a slight fear that something might happen to me if we both get married; once this haunting dreams stops, we will get married; Please wait till that time; Is that all right? Or do you want to hurt me more than this?”

She shouted at me. I could see few little tear drops running down her beautiful cheeks. I wanted to hold her hands tight and console her. But I was not able to. I was feeling guilty at that time. She softly rubbed her tears with the kerchief and started to speak again.

                    “Tamil, I can understand what you are trying to say. But my parents don’t.”

She held my hands firmly and looked into my eyes.

                    “Tamil, listen to me. We both can sort this out together. Take a long vacation, come out from your routines, and forget about your job. As I already suggested, consult my Psychiatrist uncle and get rid of those haunted dreams. Tamil…. I love you a lot. I cannot live without you. Everything will be alright if we both get married.”

She could not control her tears running down her cheeks this time. I blamed myself. I scolded my stupid instincts. I wanted to hug her right at that moment and console her that I would definitely not leave you, give me some time to come out of this haunting environment and will hold your hands like this till the end of my life.

                    “Poovai…..???, without leaving her hands.

                    “Hmmmm….”, she responded with a low tone and a breaking voice. She just behaved like a 6 years old cute little girl. I could not believe her that she was 23 years old. I got stunned for few seconds by her overloading cuteness. This cute wonderful moment was interrupted by a phone call. It was Constable Mani. She detached her hands from mine.

                    “Yeah Mani, what’s up?”

                    “Sir, we got the forensic reports and post-mortem reports.”

I looked at her and told in a polite tone.

                    “I have to go!”

She stood up and started walking towards her car without turning back.

                    Chennai Government Hospital corridor --- I was standing at a corner and looking around, wondering how humans fight all against the odds to live a short span of life. Being in crime department, the hospital environment did not create any special impact on me. I could see Constable Mani was walking towards me with two files in his hands.

                    “Sir, there are the forensic and post-mortem reports.”

I collected both the files from him and opened the post-mortem report. I took enough time to go through the report. I was reading the complete report word by word. Mani was patiently waiting beside me, watching my facial expressions.

                    “Sir, Any clue???”, Mani asked with his widened eyes and surprised tone.

                    “Yes. I will tell you later.”

I continued reading the forensic report word by word as I always do. My face became bright. I got a positive instinct that this case would be closed by today.

                    “Sir, Are we close?”, Mani surprised.

                    “Yes Mani. We are getting close. The reports are just expected as I thought.”

I started walking along the corridor and Constable Mani was following me. I suddenly stopped and turned towards Mani.

                    “Mani? Can you do me a favor?”

                    “Sure Sir. Tell me.”

                    “You have got his identities right?”

                    “Yes Sir... He is Muthukumar, basically from Thirunelveli, but settled in Chennai 25 years before. He is owning a small textile shop and a vessel shop in T.Nagar. The team has already started enquiring about his personal life. We will get an update by today.”

                    “Good. Get a HQ photograph of him, ask our IT team to check if his photo was uploaded or shared anywhere in internet using facial pattern matching technique. Check in all medium, which uses internet. It could by anything like Whatsapp or Facebook or any social media.”

          “Sure Sir”

          “And one more thing, get me the details of similar cases, where the body was found just 200 to 400 meters from National Highway, which happened in the last 2 years. Let me talk to the Commissioner and set up a meeting in the evening. We will close this case today.”

I smiled at him and he gave me a shocking look.

Things were going on very fast. All the expected reports reached to me on time. Recent technologies might have helped the criminals a lot nowadays. But it has helped the Police department more than them.

          You were powerful, you may be powerful in future. But this time is ours. You please go and shut down yourself inside the room. Do not come out. Otherwise you will be busted for sure. I will have you in cuffs, behind the bar. This is Hero’s generation ‘  - Tamilselvan’s mind voice.

 

The entire meeting room was set up very nicely with a projector facing towards the while screen, water bottles on each table and audio/video control system in the middle. The entire team was in shocked and surprised about my investigation on this case. Nobody had expected that this case had moved in a lightning speed and we were so close within a day.

We all were waiting for the Commissioner to join. I was looking at the reports that we collected today. Presenting our investigation clearly to the higher officials is tougher than the ground level investigation. Once the Commissioner entered, he directly pointed out at me and asked,

                    “Tamilselvan, Whats up?? Have we cracked something on this case??”

                    “Yes Sir. With your permission, May I???”

I waved my hands towards the projector and the white screen.

                    “Yeah sure. The dais is yours.”

Commissioner provided me the space to explain about the investigation on this case.

                    “Good Evening officers. Before I start with my investigation report, I would like to give an overview of paid killing and its history.”

I got interrupted by one of the officers.

                    “What is the relevance of paid killing in this case?”

                    “Let Tamilselvan explain”, Commissioner signaled me to continue. I gave him a thankful smile and continued again.

                    “Paid killing or paid killers is not that we find only in this period. There is a deep down history about their evolution. The dark side of human is the main source for the existence of paid killing. When humans entered into civilizations, they also grow vengeance, hatred, jealous, greed along with them. For the past 2000 years, we could witness that paid killing has become a vital part in all criminal activities. They hire people to kill their own family members as a result of hatred and greediness. Several Kings had used this way to occupy the throne without much effort. As days passed by, the hatred and vengeance was continuously growing among the people. This leads the paid killing to grow as a business. They created a network and have become a huge business in the underground. When political killings became the country’s favorite, paid killers had got investments on their business, just like a stock market business in the underground. This business spread all over the world and has become international now. 20th century had faced more assassination than before and that shows the drastic evolution of this paid killing business.”

Everyone in that room was watching this in surprise. I switched on the projector and a survey report displayed on the screen.   

                    “Considering all crime activities occurred in Chennai in the last 2 years, 60 to 65 percent of them were done by paid killers. In simple words, the entire control of crime lies within this paid killers/gang.”

I switched off the projector and turned towards the team. Everybody looked at me, trying to understand, what I was going to say further.

                    “In Muthukumar’s murder case, the post-mortem report says only two things, (i) Injured on head (ii) Stabbed on the chest. There were no sign of any physical tortures. The motive was only to kill him, not anything else. If there were any other personal reasons or vengeance, then Muthukumar must have been tortured before he was killed to satisfy murderer’s vengeance or any other personal reasons. So my first suspect is somebody outside his personal circle.”

I handed over the forensic report and post-mortem report to the Commissioner.

                    “I twisted my investigation in the view of paid killing. We captured his facial pattern and searched if any of his photo was shared or uploaded through internet. We found that his photo was uploaded in a Mixie repair website.”

                    “What !!! Mixie Repair Website ???”, Commissioner exclaimed.

                    “Yes. In order to escape from the Police hut, they use this trick.”

I switched on the projector again and displayed the website screen.

                    They use this mixie repair website as their tool. Mixie coil fix, Mixie motor fix represents the fracturing the hands, fracturing the legs respectively. Here the final option is Mixie replacement.”, I stopped there.

                    “Means???”, Commissioner asked.

                    “KILL. I mean murder. Muthukumar photo was uploaded to this section. We also tracked down the IP, geographical address and found my suspect was right. It pointed to a guy who is working under Satya.”

                    “Satya??? Tamilselvan, how can you be sure about that? We cannot come to a conclusion using this.”, Commissioner objected and I continued again.

                    “I also enquired about the recent crime scenes similar to this; dead body buried in a farm just 200-400 meters from Highway. Today’s finger prints are matching with all those cases. Out of these, two times Satya was caught and came out in bail. In both the times, there were no news to the media.”

Everybody got stunned after my presentation. I continued again.

                    “I have got this posting to take care of increase in crime activities in Chennai. I would like to stop this or remove this completely from this city as much as possible.”

                    “What is you plan Tamil?”, Commissioner asked.

                    “It is not possible to destroy the complete network and not possible to track down the people who uses these paid killers. They have good investment and political support, where none of the lawful actions would help us. I am to going to target their weakness. Yes… ‘THE UNDERGROUND’. Until they are visible only in the underground, they get all these support. Once we bring them to the bright light, nobody can support them. This is the plan. Instead of destroying the complete gang, we are going to destroy the connection between the paid killers and those who are using them.”

I switched on the projector again and began to speak.

                    “I did a ground level analysis and understood that these are the only three paid killing empires, ruling the complete crime activities in Chennai.”

The projector screen displayed three person’s photo by splitting the screen into three.

                    “Empire 1 �" Satya. Almost 40% of the business is with him.”

                    “Empre 2 - Mathew. He is a school correspondent as per the society. But he is dealing the paid killing business for the past 20 years in the underground.”

                    “Empire 3 �" IRSHAD �" A calm small scale business man, owning a paint factory. Currently he has the less among the others.”

                    “We are going to knock them all down. Until unless they are going to leave the corpse behind for us, they wouldn’t have any ways to escape.”

I stopped my presentation and looked into Commissioner’s eyes.

                    “Go ahead Tamilselvan. By the way you are doing a very great job.”, Commissioner shook my hands.

Everybody started to leave that room. I collected all the reports and left the room at last. Before leaving that room, my instinct pushed me to look at the projector screen and especially at IRSHAD’s photo. I tried to avoid my instinct, but it tried to convey that ‘THE THIRD EMPIRE’ was going to cause many impacts in my life.

--- To Be Continued….

                   

                   



© 2019 Irshad


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