The Unborn Killer

ewalk, checking his phone to make

, as he made his way through the path

rrounded by the beautiful countryside. It was an ho

rbell for a few seconds. He didn't kn

g on his cycle, in the neighbouring lawn, sta

right auburn hair, a stark contrast

aid a questi

help you?"

pecial Task Force, " Junaid returned her

" she said, as she led Junaid to the parlor.

g towards the cream coloured sofa. "I'll be right back." Mar

There were many frames hanging around the room. One had Gail posing with Margaret, a girl and a man, on the beach. He

r small and happy family, standing by her side. Family was someth

coffee table in front of him. He decided to go through the file while he waited for

from what was probably the ki

aid as she placed a mug of the h

started to say but was cut off by the

lked,

not called out her name. She looked completely dif

eyes. They were void of any kind of emotion. They were just black orbs staring ba

wards them. Gail's gaze fell on the crim

ion in her eyes, but he couldn't quite put

tos. She had heard all about the case. The lo

tone, not betraying any emotio

ed, thinking maybe

epeated, a dangerous ed

naid said, as he placed his visitin

ll smile, before walking pas

ke, "You could've at least heard him out."

e, " Gail said. She was pacing in the space between the sofa and the coffee table,

aret said. Gail let out a humourless laugh at this

you know... I can't... " she stammered. She was struggling

ustice. And you were brilliant at what you did. Then why can't you?" Margaret said, as she took her daughter's hand

on. You have a life too, and you should start living it, " Margaret said, as she ran her finge

ed to put up a facade, of being strong all the

os, "they deserve justice. Their families deserve closure. And may

dilapidated store

. It had been four years since the

covered in graffiti, drawn in bold red ink. The yellow police tape was hanging from the h

ile flashlight, Gail entered the store. The lock that was mean

essential items. There were just two aisles, and a cash counter, i

easant memories to come rushing back. The m

re muffled, yet loud enough to cut thr

. She stood behind a long rectangular

. She could make out the tiny beam of

lutching a gun appeared just

hard. With her free hand, she rammed the side of his head into the wall

ail asked throug

n confusion. "I'm Junaid! We just met a co

doing here?" Gail ask

had just a millisecond earlier made contact with the hard-concrete wall. There was a small cu

had still caught her off-guard. She ne

changing the subject. She already knew the answer to thi

ine my surprise when I saw footprints in the dust, when I entered the store. I thought

sarcasm in Junaid's last se

e you doing here? Since you are not a part of

art of this case?" Ga

came to talk to you about accepting this

o'?" Gail asked, hands fol

Junaid answer

st assumed my answer was no, " Gail

id. He just gave

l meet her in her office, tomorrow at

ore. "To officially

r receding form, as she