Sunday Suspense [ LIMITED | 2024 ]

The amber glow of the study lamp did little to chase away the Sunday chill. For Superintendent Arjun Sen, the third Sunday of every month was a ritual. The leather armchair, a half-empty glass of single malt, and the case file no one else could solve.

Arjun stood, pulling on his coat. “That’s the question. And tonight is the third Sunday of the month. If the pattern holds, someone, somewhere, is already waiting for their visitor.” Sunday Suspense

Rohan’s eyes widened. “Then whose blood was it?” The amber glow of the study lamp did