“We shouldn’t be here.” Mohan said. Uneasiness was clearly visible in his moves.
“I never wanted to come here again.” Shah agreed with him. The air was discomforting around them. A withering stench of rotten flesh loomed over them.
“Neither does me.” Alex shook his head.
They were standing near the white sedan owned by Arun. They parked their cars behind it. They recognized the car and its number.
Three Mahindra Boleros were parked in front the sedan and they were surprised to see that.
“What was he doing here?” Mohan stared at his friends’ faces.
“Digging up the past, maybe.” Alex muttered.
Mohan looked at him panicked.
“Where is he?” Alex looked into Shah’s unemotional face while he was dialing Arun’s number. The policeman immediately picked up the call.
“We are here.” He said.
