DETECTIVE JACK: THE STUDY ABOUT THE BLOODHOUNDS

CHAPTER 12: THE YOUNG DETECTIVE

"Why is your name just a letter?" asked Jack. X was driving the car, while he and James were sitting in the back seat.

James said, "Are you a fan of algebra?"

X took a turn, and said, "Well, I am but a twenty-year-old, and whenever I go out which I rarely do, I wear a mask and sunglasses to hide my identity, often dress up as a woman. In a situation where I am desperate to secure my identity, revealing my name is an idiocy."

"Why are you taking us?"

"James, don't talk much. You are hurt."

"Just tell it-ahh..."

X smiled and remained silent for a while. Within a couple of minutes, they stopped in front of a two-storeyed house.

"My house."

"Here's your black coffee, and here is your tea."

X sat down on the couch, opposite to the two.

Jack took a calm sip, and said, "Tell. Why are we here?"

X got up pulled out a folder from his bookshelf, and sat down again. His eyes were bordered with dark circles which signified sleepless nights.

Jack took a quick look.

His hair was extremely messy and seemed to have not met shampoo for days. His nails were too long, not trimmed for weeks, and his eyes were sleepy and bordered with dark circles. His coffee mug still had a price sticker but was completely stained from milk coffee, and he was wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants. His feet were blistered and his shoe was completely stained and dirty.

This meant that he had hardly got any sleep for some days and had been completely relying on coffee, he was so busy that he had no time to change clothes while leaving his home and he had to travel too much these days. But why?

X took out 2 pages from the folder and laid it on the table.

Jack picked them up. Both of them were newspaper cuttings of crime reports.
         -Ankan Datta