บท 47: 47- Officer Ryan
Kaizermagus police station.
The tall police inspector was watching BASEBALL on his smart mobile phone and two constables were doing the same, following the suits of their superior officer. A couple of thieves were dozing inside the lock up. Then a stout and heavily mustached policeman arrived at the station. His mustaches in both sides were curled into two concentric circles. A small child would even laugh at his mustaches, but over those mustaches the burning bright orbs – his eyes, were very ferocious. No one would dare to laugh seeing them.
The mustached policeman said, "Officer!"
The tall inspector stood up in courtesy and extended his hand. The mustached policeman ferociously shook them. The tall policeman said, "And Mr. Ryan, how is Rejismundi?"
The mustached policeman, named Ryan did not look interested in reporting news about his state. The inquirer nodded his head saying, "Not a problem, not a problem." (If you do not want to talk about your state, it is ok.)
After a few minutes' pause Ryan said, "Officer, the news you gave me about today's incident over WhatsApp matches description with the woman who had shot a man in Ruth desert. An almost same scenario."
The tall police inspector said, grinning, "What do you mean? There is a central library in the middle of Ruth desert!"
The two constables present there smirked. But Ryan glared at them, which stopped their smirking. He needed not say, "It is a serious matter" or "Behave yourselves". Rather he said in a matter of fact voice, as if no joke was cracked, "No. A race of nomads was having a feast at the center of Ruth. Other clans were also participating in it. This very woman came there and shot a nomadic man. His friends described the woman's physical features. She was more manish than anything."
The tall inspector said, "That is why you are looking for the woman?"
"Yes," Ryan said.
"Why first a nomad, then a scholar? Why she is targeting such variety of men?"
"I do not know. But the nomad and the scholar both are interlinked in some way. I sense it. It is no random assassination. A series of premeditated attacks. Whether the nomad is the first victim and the scholar is the last, we do not know. Do you have any details of the scholar?"
"Unfortunately no. we have his face from the c.c.t.v. footage, but no clue about who he is or his whereabouts."
"What did other readers tell about him?" Ryan asked.
"No one had a clue about him. He was no regular reader. The lady librarian said he was curious about books on matriarchy and when she told him that there had been another scholar, just like him, who was also interested in studying matriarchy, he was inquiring about the other scholar."
"Who is that scholar he was inquiring about?"
The tall inspector said, "Some Andrew Long."
"Do you know anything about this Andrew?"
"Nothing, nothing. He had just vanished twenty years ago, according to the lady librarian. He used to frequent the library. Then a couple of decades earlier he stopped coming here. And the lady librarian had no contact with Andrew. The lady librarian seems disheartened by such a mistreatment on Andrew's part, of course…"
Ryan glared at the tall inspector. But the tall inspector smirked and continued, "And we along with the lady librarian know nothing about Andrew."
Ryan said, "Well, Andrew is not our main aim, the strange scholar is…"
"Hmm, don't worry officer, if the strange scholar is still in Kaizermagus, we can locate him. If not, it is very difficult. But we can still try."
"Nice,I have faith in Kaizermagus police."
"Thanks to Rejismundi police. But officer, suppose we fail to find the scholar, then?"
Ryan said, "Then we are at odds. We can not say whether the tall woman is going to target some unknown farmer or a politician or a policeman. We do not know. We do not have a clue. Her motive is unclear. What she wants we do not know."
The tall inspector said, "But she is somewhat strange for a serial killer."
Ryan stayed silent for some time and said, "I get your point. But can you still explain what you meant by that."
"She seems a bit strange to me for a serial killer. Most serial killers, not all, but most, kill people privately. But she is publicly executing her targets."
"Perhaps it is revenge. Perhaps she is a terrorist. Perhaps it is simply madness. Who knows?" Ryan said, hiding his bafflement.
"But I have a different opinion. Do you want to know?"
"Sure."
"It is all calculated. It is not political I think, because I am an apolitical man myself and the nomad and the scholar, both, seem apolitical as well."
"Hmm," Ryan murmured.
The tall inspector said, "This may be personal. And she is publicly doing things. She is publicly executing. Why?"
"Because she is sending message to someone."
"And who may be that someone?"
"That someone who is 'for' her or 'against' her. In both cases we are unsure whether she is going to kill someone again or not."
The tall inspector said, "Good deduction I can not differ from from it. She is really sending a message, either to society or us or to someone else. But definitely sending a message."
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