Deadly Games

|02|: It's A Moot Point

Passing through the VIP section, Ryan entered the bar. The loud music blared in his ears, and he also bumped into some drunken guys and girls as he approached the counter to get a drink.
He resumed his phone call, on he was speaking to, "I might know, who the next victim is."

"Good. You ought to do the right." The person on the other side of the phone spoke.

"Yes, sir" He tapped the end call button and shoved the phone in the pocket of his suit pant.

His gaze was fixed on the room behind the bar. He had a hunch, the next victim would be inside the shady room. Before he could leave, a loud thud erupted and a body crashed on ground with glass shattered on the floor, all around the body. People on the dance floor and in the bar, made high, shrieking noise and stepped five feet away from the body on the floor.

A body was lying on the floor, surrounded by scarlett crimson liquid with a piece of glass lunged in his abdomen. Blood splattered out of his mouth, with tiny inch like pieces poked in his limbs and face. Pale, white, salivated liquid spilled out of his mouth. It was the bartender.

Siddhanth, Khushi and Afreen came running to the bar, with their guns drawn. The people got more shocked seeing them with the guns.

"Crime Investigation Department. Everybody please back out." Siddhanth commanded, taking out his ID card.

Everyone did as they were ordered.

Siddhanth whispered Khushi in her ears to call photographers, forensic specialist and also the police on the crime scene.

Tiara blinked her eye finally, after what she just saw. The murder wasn't expected to happen. The plan was devised to stop it, and everything went in dark. She was unable to wrap her head around another murder.
Staring at the dead body for more than minute, she drifted her gaze towards Siddhanth, who glared back at her.

While Siddhanth was too, dazed. He went upstairs to confront his suspicious man; and instead encountered a live death.

Flashback

Siddhanth didn't suppose to see a suite of rooms on the top floor of the club. The hallway felt deserted to him, as if no one came here even for cleaning it.

Clacking of boots on the iron spiral staircase echoed through the hallway. Khushi and Afreen, with guns in their hands approached Siddhanth.

"Mr. Sinha" Afreen said, as she patted on his back call him.

A silhouette figure passed with light's speed when Siddhanth turned towards the ladies. The cracking of vase turned their heads in the direction of the noise.

Siddhanth brought his index finger on his lips and clamped it shut, gesturing them to be quiet.

Warily, they moved ahead of the hallway. In the end of the hallway, there were gents and ladies washroom. Left to it, a large, wide glass window was there.

The loading of magazine in the gun, brought their attention to the bartender, who stood before the window and in front of them, with gun pointed at them. He was shaking, but his grip on the gun was firm.

"Stay away or I'll shoot" He stammered

Khushi rolled her eyes at his childish acting with a gun. "Hey, man. Don't be dramatic, and drop the gun. I bet you are holding it for first time"