The letters echoed over the rooftop of Golden Kayaloram Apartments. The scorching heat ticked over 35 degrees centigrade. Added with humidity perspiration was taking toll on everyone. The cadaver was already been taken downstairs and after a few minutes they heard the ambulance leaving.
What is R C or who is R C?
No one had the answer to that. Shivadha looked at Raghuram while his eyes were searching for any additional information. But there was nothing. The killer was clean and precise but even at death Ouseph managed to shed some light in exposing him. He managed to write two letters in his own blood probably the killers name or initials. Something to start on! Raghuram thought.
Most of the policemen went downstairs with the body. Two stood at the terrace entrance. Two of them stood
