Team Blog-o-holics’ A TIME TO KILL
Read the previous part of this story by Rubina Ramesh here
Getting Roohi out of the hospital and in her hired car was an easy feat. She just did what she was best at. Lied. Her appearance helped of course. It always did. The DSLR hanging on her neck was her best mate. It helped her to lie and get away with it too. She had just needed to tell Roohi that she was her mother’s friend and may know where Tara might have gone. Roohi was so enthusiastic to see her mother that she came along happily. Now she must take care to not arouse the kids suspicion. At least not till they reached her hideout. Once inside, she would make sure that Roohi was out of her way. At least till her mission was accomplished. A smile came on Jennifer’s lips as she thought of what she was about to do, without anybody suspecting her. She had the perfect plan ready. She would do all the crimes but the suspicion will fall on somebody else. Ha! That love-sick bastard. And he had the audacity to tell her that she was his subordinate? She would show him who was the boss!
As she reached her rented apartment in the suburbs, she held Roohi’s hand and they walked up the stairs. She didn’t take the upper floors since they made a difficult escape route. Running down ( or simply jumping from the balcony) was so much easier when you lived on the first floor and were in a hurry to run. That situation might or might not come but the smart ones were always prepared for the worst.
Once inside the apartment she made Roohi sit comfortably on the couch and put on the Disney TV channel. As Mickey Mouse filled up the screen, her apartment sounded of Roohi’s giggles. Jen smiled at the child but strangely, this time the smile did not reach her eyes. She went into the kitchen, warmed some milk and then put a sleeping pill in it.
“Roohi, you must be hungry. Here, Have some milk and cookies”, Jen said as she handed the glass of milk to the kid.
“When will mumma come here?”
“She’ll be here in 10 minutes beta. Now, drink the milk and enjoy the show”
Jen took the comfortable bean bag as Roohi settled on the couch with her milk mug. This time Jen was really smiling as she watched Roohi’s eyelids droop as sleep finally overcame her nimble body.
“Now, some more work left to do.” Jen picked Roohi up and took her to the bedroom. She laid down the child on a single bed. “I have to keep the kid drugged at all times.” She took out some syringes ad vials and laid them by the bedside table. “A shot a day will keep Roohi out of the way”. Then she opened her laptop and put in the password to login. She had a feeling that she was missing something in this whole deal, some important detail that had skipped her mind. She opened Cyrus’s blog again. She wished she had paid more attention to the cyber tracking classes back at the training camp. There was something wrong about Cyrus. Something amiss. He behaved too surely for a law student. Jen had never seen a student so comfortable in his own shoes. Blogs were the best way to track someone nowadays. People are too careful about their facebook profiles but not too careful about their blogs. As Jen clicked one link after another, she stumbled upon an article. Where has she read the same article? Was Cyrus guilty of plagiarism? Suddenly all was clear in an instant! That article was from Aryan Ahuja, Dutta family’s neighbor. And no, Cyrus wasn’t a plagiarist! He wasn’t a law student either. It was just a disguise. He was Aryan, the super cop from ATS! No wonder Mr. Ahuja kept such a low profile. Now, that’s a secret she would be well-paid for!
Jen thumped the table in victory and rose up in a hurry. She paced the bedroom floor taking swift steps, planning out her next move. Thinking done, she went in front of the mirror and started taking off her own disguise. Well, it wasn’t really a disguise if you think about it, but usually men didn’t think! She took off her numerous bead necklaces and bracelets hugging her wrists. The shorts and the tank top followed. Jen let her hair down and braided it in a single plait. Then she took out a full sleeved cotton salwar kamiz and wore it. Her tattoo and body covered and accessories removed, she didn’t look like Jen anymore. She was just a commonplace girl nobody noticed. Good. Now she must be out on her mission. She must gather information on the Mishra murder case, how far the police has reached. Giving a shot to Roohi as a precaution, Jen took the dupatta and left her apartment, locking it behind her.
Read the next part of the story by Sumi Thomas Here.