Sunday Suspense < FAST >

“He bled out from a wound to the wrist first. A slow, deliberate bleed. The carotid cut came after he was already dead. Someone wanted to make sure the message was written in fresh blood—but not his.”

Arjun took a slow sip. His son, Rohan, now fifteen and dangerously curious, sat cross-legged on the rug. “So, it’s a locked-room mystery, Baba. The killer must have never been in the room.”

Outside, the fog was rolling in thick over Kolkata. Somewhere, a door was about to open. And for Superintendent Arjun Sen, the real story had only just begun. Sunday Suspense

“Too theatrical. This killer is precise, not dramatic. The message isn’t for us. It’s a signature. A promise.”

The door had been bolted. The windows were on the 42nd floor, sealed shut. No vents, no secret passages. The security cameras in the hallway showed no one entering or leaving between 7:00 PM and 10:00 PM. “He bled out from a wound to the wrist first

The victim: Devashish “Dev” Mitra, 54, CEO of Horizon Aeronautics. Cause of death: Exsanguination due to a single, precise incision along the carotid artery. Location: His penthouse study, locked from the inside. Time of death: 8:15 PM last Sunday.

“She,” Arjun murmured.

The autopsy report arrived just as the church bells tolled six. Arjun scanned it, then went still. “The incision. It was made post-mortem.”