Instead of going to his office, he sped toward his car. He opened the glove compartment to take out his new 357 Magnum revolver. His fingers trembled, just slightly, as he loaded it fully and slipped it into the waistband of his trousers.
All around him, his employees strolled through the parking lot, getting ready to start their day. He drove between them slowly, smiling at the few who waved at him. He didn't want to look suspicious. Once he was out on the main road, he couldn't resist the temptation to press down the accelerator and speed to Raj's apartment.
By the time he arrived, it was 9:30am.
He pulled the car in the garage, got out slowly and made his way to the house. He started to press the bell, but all of a sudden saw that the main door was slightly open. Music poured out from inside. Perhaps Ankur was listening on his computer. He cautiously opened the door to step inside. The main hall was empty. It was very quiet. Suspiciously quiet.
"Sheila must have gone somewhere and left the door open. Raj won't be happy about that," he thought as he closed the door behind him.
He crept to the bedroom, where he had gone to look for the papers in the drawers. Once again, he searched the room, but couldn't find anything there. He moved on to the main hall, where the incident took place. He searched the area, rummaging through various magazines beneath the coffee table, in and around the cushions on the sofa and the TV table. Nothing! Just like last time. Where could Raj have kept the evidence? He stood up and replayed the incident in his mind. Ankur's bedroom! He hadn't looked there.
He turned to walk toward it, but froze as he almost bumped into Ankur.
Seeing Vivek agitated Ankur. He hid face and ran towards Papa's bedroom to tell him, but the room was locked. He ran to the kitchen to find Sheila, but it was empty.
"Hey, Ankur! Why are you so worried? Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything to you. You're worthless!" he laughed. "I'm here to find something. Want to help?"
Ankur started to run to the front door, but Vivek caught him. "No Ankur, don't do that!"
With one arm, he shoved Ankur back into the hall. Ankur fell on the ground, but jumped to his feet and scurried to his room, making a low, yelling noise as he moved.
"Shut up, you twit!" Vivek screamed, following him. "I should have killed you when I killed your mother!"
Ankur's door slammed, leaving Vivek to hunt for the evidence once again.
He threw open the cabinets on the wall beside the bed, searching through their contents. Ankur suddenly ran out of his room toward the front door. His arms flapped in fear. Vivek ran after him. He caught Ankur by the collar and threw him on the ground again.
Bolts of pain shot through Ankur's back as he thudded on the floor. Vivek walked over to him and kicked him in the legs. "Don't you dare leave!" he shouted at him. He kicked him again, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. It was as if someone had hit him with a sharp stone. Vivek's head was fuzzy, and he felt the sudden urge to vomit.
Vivek collapsed to the ground, facedown. He tried to get up, but another blow came down on his legs. He cried in pain. He turned and saw Ankur still lie on the ground beside him. Then, he rolled to his back and saw a figure standing over him.
"Don't you dare touch my son!" yelled Raj, his whole body trembling.
"Where did he come from? I saw him at the office," Vivek mused, completely caught off guard.
"Ankur, get up! Run!" Raj implored.