Chapter 22 : The murderer
" Sir--Sir... " Zanjeer sobbed and said, " It is M-Marldon Sir. " He could not control the tears flowing from his green eyes.
Mitsubishi came outside, hearing the sobs.
" What happened, Zanjeer? Sir, why did you slap him? " he asked.
" We didn't slap him, Mr. Mitsubishi. " said Zelinsky.
" Then why is he crying? " he questioned.
" He grew emotional on seeing this photo. " Zelinsky showed him the photo.
" Haaaaa! This is Marldon. " Mitsubishi was taken aback. He collapsed and Zelinsky held him in his strong, iron like, hefty arms, and exclaimed " Mr. Mitsubishi! "
" I am afraid, sir. Freznel ma'am is also not here. I hope she is not killed in the same way! " said Zanjeer taking a pause from the sobs.
" Don't worry. We will find her soon. Just give us your fingerprints. We need to match them with the ones found on the door handles. " said Hell.
The team went into the C.I.D. beauro.
" Okay, so we found Marldon's body in Freznel's house... " said Zelinsky.
" But who might kill him? And how did he reach Freznel's house? " said Volhard.
" Argh! I am not understanding anything! " said Hell as he moved his hands from his hair, destroying its setting.
There was a silence for a long time.
Volhard called Dr. Ozonolysis and asked, " What are the results of the fingerprints which we took from the door handles of the house?... What? Okay then, thank you very much, sir. "
" What did he say, Volhard? " asked Zelinsky.
" He told that there are only 3 kinds of fingerprints on the door handle. One is of Feznel, one of the dead body, I mean Marldon, and the other one is of Zanjeer. "
" The murderer is quite clever. He was wearing some kind of gloves when he did that. " said Hell raising his unibrow.
" I think we must go into Freznel's house and re-check it. " said Volhard.
" You are right, Volhard. " said Hell.
They went in Freznel's house for re-checking.
They spreaded up and started to check each and every corner of the house.
" Sir! " said Volhard.
" Yes, Volhard. " Hell came towards her.
" I got a mobile. It is Freznel's, because there is a miss call of Marldon here. " said Volhard.
" Okay... check the call list. " said Hell.
" So, this is the last number... " said Zelinsky.
They called it, but it was switched off. They traced the number through the G.P.S system and tracked it.
Zelinsky followed the location and he reached at the Chocolate n Nuts coffee house.
" Is this the phone number of your coffee house? " asked Zelinsky.
" Wh-who are you? Don't behave so arrogantly here. " said the manager.
Zelinsky showed him the badge.
" C- c-CID! "
" What happened, sir? "
" Tell me, is this the number of your coffee house? "
" Y-yes, sir! "
" When does this coffee house close? "
" SIr, there is a bar also in this coffee house. So, it is open ilt late night. "
" Who made a call from here at the midnight on date 23rd May 2016? "
" Sir, I-I-I don't know sir. Only the watchman is allowed access to the telephone booth. And, he did not came on work today. "
" Where does this watchman live? "
" Plot number 12, Jurisdiction Road, Political Science Colony. "
" Okay. " Zelinsky left.
He drove the car to Political Science Colony. He reached the Plot no. 12. The house was closed. He knocked the door. Nobody opened the door. He knocked again.
" Wh-ho-...hooo!! " came a long voice from inside.
" I guess he is drunken. " muttered Zelinsky.
" Your brother-in-law here. Won't you open the door? " said Zelinsky.
"My bro-rother in laa!!?? I am wopning the door, my laa, my rother, in!! " replied the watchman as he opened the door.
Zelinsky held him up in the air by his collar and asked, " Did you make a phone call from Chocolate n Nuts Coffee House in the middle of the night on 23rd May 2016? "
He returned to his senses when he was held up in the air. " S-s-s-sir--- sorry sir... Please sir, leave me, sir... I did that for money sir!! "
Zelinsky threw him on the ground.
" Sir, Steward Sir gave me money and asked me to give him entry to the telephone booth. I was trapped in the greedy trap and I helped him to gain acceess to the telephone. "said the watcman. He shook his head rapidly to get back to his senses fully.
" You helped a murderer, you fool! " shouted Zelinsky.
" Wh-wh-w-w-what!! Murder!! "
" Yes. Who is Steward? Where is he now? "
" Sir, Steward is the waiter of the coffee house. I don't know where is he? " said the watchman.
" Okay, so the murderer is Steward. But how to catch him? And we have to find out Freznel as soon as we can, otherwise she might loose her life too! "
Zelinsky left the watchman's house.
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