chapter 4

Scowling as my laptop windows started to update. I looked at its pink screen in boredom, grabbing a pen and clicking it. What had happened at the museum today made me smile. The police offers had seemed so shocked. They were probably thinking of me as an amateur. Maybe, I was...but I had done my works. None of these offices had spent as many years on gathering information about this man, as I had.

I was ready, eager and almost excited.

I just needed to get to study the profile prepared by the police, and I was all ready for catching this criminal. Soon, my laptop started, and I quickly clicked on to the first word-file posted on my desktop screen. I had made many files to categories of different findings of this guy.

Right now, I clicked on the file named 'IQ'. I had to add more to it. If my theory was correct, this man knew his gadgets. I had to note it down. Quickly typing, I watched the woman whom I had asked for a coffee cup now walk up to me with a tray gripped tightly in her hands. A huge kettle, Styrofoam cup and a file were placed on it. The woman was smiling now. She seemed like an intern, in her early twenties. I was twenty-six years old.

"Thank you..." I stood up to grab the stray from her.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Asmara..." she beamed, rolling back on her heels. I nodded.

"Post?"

"I am an intern here." She informed. So, I was right about her being an intern.

Nodding, I sat down again and got started with the case study. A small smile appeared on my face, as I picked the coffee cup. My mom would get so angry if she knew that I was drinking coffee next to my laptop. I had once dropped a bottle full of lemonade on my old laptop. After that, I was forbidden to bring drinks near my laptop. So being a good daughter, I placed the coffee in a compartment that was located under the desk and opened the file.

Let's get started.

Hours went by, and I kept studying his profile. The police hardly knew anything about this guy. Simply the descriptions of the crimes and the notes left by him had been jotted down in the case filed. According to the police, he would mostly steal expensive artefacts, delicate crafts, vases, everything that showed he had an artistic choice.

There was also this pattern. After every museum, he would rob a jewellery store. It didn't really make any sense until I had noticed that the jewellery store he would rob would be located near the robbed museum. That showed he moved from place to place....he was choosing to rob one area after another, and now the real question was which area he was going to rob next. Though, I knew he still had to rob a jewellery store of this town.

I was going to alert the police to secure all jewellery stores in this area tomorrow night because 'Black Fist' usually took a day to attack again.

We had to make things difficult for this man.

Now putting the file beside me, I decided to take a sip of my coffee and play some game on my laptop. Playing games had always helped me think. I would play strategic puzzle games, brain games and simple guessing games, and use the wheel-turning inside the brain. After learning a new thing about the Black Fist, I would try and connect the dots.

So far, what I knew about him was that he was a tall man; once I had figured out that he had robbed a museum all on his own...and the place he had left the note showed that he was tall. He seemed to belong to this country because this did not seem the work of a spy.

He was creative, interested in art, bored...and he had a strong hatred for the police. Also, most of his notes consisted of to-the-point messages:

'Black Fist was here'

'Catch Me'

'Do snooze away'

'Bored by your incompetence'

Most of these notes would be found lying on the floor of the crime scene, pasted on walls, or just pushing into some wall holes. With time, it seemed like Black Fist was growing bored with sending these messages. He was getting them printed, instead of writing them down; meaning he no longer wanted to put the effort into writing notes in such a manner that no one could figure out where they came from.

Hmmm.

I clicked on a fun puzzle game and then started guessing the word. Apparently, I had to make five words with the alphabets with a, c, t, e, f and b. I was funny how rearranging simple words could reveal cool words, just like I was doing with this case.

Wait a minute...

Another thought occurred in my mind. What if the messages sent...they had to be rearranged, too?

I was completely lost in the game now, quickly making five words: cat, bat, fate, bate and ate. The yellow lamp-light was falling on my laptop, partially on my face. I had completely zoned out the noise around me and was just thinking...thinking hard...thinking broadly.

What was the note that had been found today?

Yes...

'Strike one'

But what other words could strike one be changed into? Was this a hint that he was going to do something more...he had started having a count down, or could this strike one mean something else?

The next alphabets I had to use to make words were: b, h, e, m and g. I had to make 4 words with this.

"Detective Maria..." Asmara now walked up to me.

"The officers were just talking. We are just so glad to have you here. You are from the Lahore team, right? I have a cousin working there." She smiled, pulling a chair next to our desk. 

This hall was honestly extremely crowded....had a window peering into the interrogation room. Every now and then, a woman criminal would be brought into this hall and be guided towards a red door near the entrance. That door led to the prison cells. And Next to that door was another wooden door that led to the chief's office. I had talked to her on the phone. Chief Nadia seemed nice. 

"I am..." I nodded, looking away from the laptop. I wasn't good at making conversation. Never was....never had been. I was awkward and shy with it came to making small talk.

"What is your cousin's name?" I then asked, looking at her from over my eye-glasses.

"Mehreen." She shifted happily on her chair. This girl was bubbly, friendly. I was more on the serious side.

Mehreen...I had actually worked for her cousin. She was a principled woman who cared for her employees. I liked her. She had been a good mentor.

"She is a good boss," I promised, showing that I knew her cousin.

"She is. Her parents' divorce is the reason she joined the police office. I joined because I adore criminal psychology. What about you?"

"Huh?" I looked confused, not understanding what she was asking.

"Why did you become a detective?" She explained, now sitting backwards on the chair; she was facing me while her chair was turned towards the other direction.

"Oh," I patted my head awkwardly, turning my gaze towards my laptop. "I was passionate about justice." I simply explained, not wanting to get into details. That was a vulnerable side of me. I wouldn't let it resurface again, won't go back to those memories. They were just too painful, too heartbreaking, and I still their scar on my hands.

"Oh, so about this case..." she then spoke, gripping the head of the chair and resting her head on it...her eyes so attentive."Who do you think is doing this? I mean who is the man behind Black Fist?" she asked, looking so intrigued.

I felt like this case seemed extremely interesting to this girl.

"Umm...I am still working on it." I fidgeted with my fingers, working hard to keep eye contact. Small talks; they had me so shy and awkward.

"Do you think-"

"Listen..." I interrupted, taking a quick sip of my coffee to calm myself. "Do you play word games?" I rubbed my chin thoughtfully, tilting my head a little as I stared at her from above my glasses.

She looked confused by this change of topic. "Yes, I am a fan." She revealed.

"Good. If I write alphabets for you, will you make a word out of them?" I then asked, raising an eyebrow, as I leaned back against my chair and completely turned my chair in her direction.

"Umm...sure...of course..." She shrugged.

Happy by her answer, I grabbed one green sticky note and quickly started writing the alphabets on it.

e, e, i, k, o, n, s, t, r