TWENTY ONE
Dharmesh Dhawan could not contact Salman on the phone. The senior officer must be busy.
After the gym was closed, Salman looked at Urmil's flat. There was darkness, no light through the window was seen. He didn’t notice it for a long time, the NCB officer was distracted. He was uncomfortable. Was she asleep… did she run away?
Salman wanted to contact the local police station and
as soon as he lifted the phone, he could find many missed calls from Dhawan.
He talked to Dharamsh and informed him about everything.
The police van reached the complex and Sub-Inspector Bijan Dutt got down.
"Did you call for help?"
Showing his identity card, Salman extended his hand to welcome him.
All of them proceeded towards Urmil's flat.
They were to be extra careful, it was not known if someone was in… and there was a strong chance of resistance.
Three officers, two in uniform and one civilian reached the door of the flat silently but at the swiftness of a leopard.
Constable Rohan Singh unlocked the door in an instant, inserting a thin metal object.
They opened the door and entered the dark room. As soon as the lights were turned on, the illuminated empty flat came into view. Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, balcony… not a single person was seen.
"But I saw the light a little while ago!" Uttered Salman Javed wishing to slap his own cheeks.
"The bird has flown away." Sub inspector Bijan Dutt was vocal.
"You are from the narcotics, officer Javed… how did you come here, on suspicion? Is she involved in drug peddling?"
"Yes inspector… a drug peddler was caught today, he had collected drugs from this girl... we have been keeping an eye on her since we came to know about her. She is Veronica Urmil, brought up in an orphanage in Himachal Pradesh. We are trying to trap her to get hold of the head of the organisation.
