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back it up, and without concrete proof, she knew that if she went after Anita Tarachand, the lady’s battery of high-powered attorneys would rip her allegations apart and make sure they didn’t stand up in court. So, in desperation, ACP Kashyap gathered the crime branch’s brightest officers in the briefing room and asked them to come up with ideas that could help unearth vital evidence and send Anita Tarachand to jail. While all the other officers turned silent and scratched their heads in wonderment, one among them smiled, with his eyes shining bright, and raised his hand with a logical solution. That officer was a young rookie sub-inspector, freshly transferred from the Lucknow crime branch, by the name of Hossain Shariyar Khan, who his fellow officers referred to as Nawab Saheb, because he hailed from an illustrious Awadhi family with deep pockets. But irrespective of the jibes made by his new teammates owing to their jealousy at his good fortune, one thing could not be denied, that when Sub-inspector Khan spoke, everybody listened.
    ‘In the heat of the moment, even seasoned contract killers are known to miss their mark from five feet away and that too in broad daylight,’ he said, looking at ACP Kashyap. ‘But Mrs Tarachand, who by her own admission had never used a gun before and only started keeping one by her bedside after her husband’s murder, managed to shoot the late Mr Khanna three times, once in the head and twice in the chest, from twenty feet away, in near darkness and that too in quick succession, before his body hit the floor. Now, to pull off such a feat in a matter of seconds when faced with an armed intruder, the lady was either very lucky, or else the intruder wasn’t an intruder at all, and Mrs Tarachand had lots and lots of practice with her weapon of choice, all of it in preparation for that fateful night, when she called Mr Khanna home, probably on the pretext of helping him elude the police, even asking him to bring along the gun with which he had killed her husband so that she could dispose of it appropriately; then waiting for him downstairs in the living room and killing him in cold blood the moment he came in. She knew she only had that one chance to shoot him dead, thereby eliminating the one person who could have exposed her, and she knew that it had to be done from a distance, otherwise we’d get suspicious. She was well aware that if she missed her target, or failed to shoot him fatally and he survived, he would testify against her in court and take her down with him. Therefore, it became imperative that she did not fail. And for this, she had to have practised. But she didn’t do that in her own backyard, as that would have attracted too much attention. And I am pretty certain that since every shooting range keeps a record of all those who enrol, she wouldn’t have gone to one either. What we’re looking for is a secluded place where she could have practised to her heart’s content without being noticed. Once we find that place, we’ll find all the evidence we need to put her away for life,’ Khan concluded with certainty.
    ‘But what if she practised in some remote corner of Borivali National Park? Where does that leave us then?’ Kashyap asked sceptically.
    ‘She wouldn’t have, because every criminal makes at least one fatal mistake, for there is no such thing as the perfect crime,’ Khan calmly stated.
    ACP Kashyap responded by reflecting for a few moments, after which she handed over the Vidyut Tarachand as well as the Sahil Khanna murder case to Khan, telling him that she wanted to see results within a week. The rookie responded wonderfully to the challenge. By getting hold of Anita’s credit card details, he discovered that she had stopped for gas on more than one occasion in the past one week, at a service station on the road to Karnala, just two hours away from Mumbai. On getting there, Khan paid a visit to the farmhouses located in areas that were secluded and