The killer watched Indira’s room. The instruction he had been given was to kill her by the end of the month. May has almost ended. And he was here to carry out the job he has been paid to perform.
He peeped into Indira’s bedroom. The nurse was still by her bedside, watching her.
Hmmm. He thought. No matter what Indira Kapoor decided, by hook or by crook, her life must also end with this month of May.
He walked on.
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