(Photo Credit: Ted Strutz)
“Can you see the hood open as wide as the jaws of a hungry shark?” The terror was palpable in Venky’s eyes and rivulets of sweat streamed down his cheeks. “The black car came crashing in through the trees before coming to a standstill. The hood sprang open and the murderer just floated out from its confines with a sickle in his left hand and the head with fresh blood still dripping from it, in the right.”
Inspector Shaun and Detective Ivan looked at each other. The land in front of them was desolate, barren and absolutely empty.
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