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The motorcyclist spent the night in a hut deep within the Chilapata forest. The hut had one small window and two doors—one at the front and another at the back. The window was shut, and the hut, old and dilapidated, was sparsely furnished. In fact, it had no furniture except a single mattress on which he had slept.
As he lay there, he reflected on his life. He was always on the move, drifting from one place to another. A courier—not for the postal service, but for the underworld. His identity was a secret, and it had to remain that way. He couldn’t even recall the last time he had slept in his own home, in his own bed.
This was the life he’d chosen. It brought money, yes, but no peace of mind. Constant vigilance was essential. Exposure would mean the end.
He pondered how other professions, too, had their burdens. Just the other day on a train, he overheard a conversation between two schoolteachers—one was hiding from bank collectors after defaulting on EMIs; the other was running from the police, falsely accused by his in-laws of kidnapping or murdering his wife, who had actually eloped with someone else. It seemed no one was truly happy.
His thoughts were interrupted by the piercing trumpet of an elephant in the distance, shaking him from his reverie.
Meanwhile, Gayatri, accompanied by Mr. Roy and an Egyptian inspector, visited the restaurant the three murdered men had dined at a day before their deaths. The rare appearance of police—especially with foreigners—startled the owner. Nervously, he feared something bad was about to unfold.
His establishment was known for second-hand dealings. Hidden away from the eyes of ordinary people and authorities, it served a clientele that preferred to stay under the radar.
However, when Gayatri spoke to him in fluent Bengali, he relaxed a bit and responded calmly. He claimed he knew nothing about the trio. People came and went, he said—it wasn’t his business to know what happened to them afterward. He didn’t care to.
But when Mr. Roy—whom the owner recognized as an honest and strict officer—sternly pressed him, the man finally revealed one piece of information: the three men had met someone when they first visited his restaurant.
And with that the Episode 8 is finished.
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