At a distance the sounds of vomiting grunts drew his attention towards the ranger knelt over the overgrown bushes. The middle-aged inspector grimaced under his black moustache as it triggered his own retches.
"Get him out of here before he nauseates the rest of us."
The forensic experts made way for him as he pulled on gloves and entered the taped quadrilateral around the railtracks.
Now he understood why the poor guy was puking his guts out. The body was unrecognizable. It was basically pieces of bones and muscles hanging together by strands of flesh.
"They're trying to figure out suicide or accident."
He took out the toothpick from his mouth, an oral fixation he had picked up to curb his smoking habits in an effort to appease to his children.
"Why not homicide?" He suggested.
The district paramilitary officer looked at him in surprise. "You think it could be one of the others?"
He clicked his tongue in acknowledgment. "Get an autopsy done. And run a background check to see if he matches any of the missing person."
As he walked back to the car, the older inspector jogged up to him with his belly fighting against the shirt buttons, whispering ominously, "Is it true?"
The inspector squinted against the sunlight, nodding grimly. "About 94 dead bodies have been retrieved."
"Any leads yet? Do we know who it is?"
"Someone powerful enough to be a hundred different places at once. It could be the King at this point and I won't even be surprised." He scoffed.
"Don't be ridiculous. God bless our Mir."
Throwing the gloves away he picked his phone from the car, scowling at the myriad of miscalls.
"I have seen the greatest number of dead bodies in a day after the war. And you're telling me to sit still?" He matched fast steps with his chief in the grey HQ corridors.
"I'm not asking you to sit still. I'm saying half of them are collateral to gangwars—which is a waste of time and resources. If anything, let them perish each other out. Its good riddance." The dark suited, stout little chief countered, stopping midway to instruct other staff.
"Gangwars don't just occur out of the blue like this. This was assassinations, kidnapping, raids, plain fucking anarchy if you look at it!" The inspector emphasized, "Someone did it just because they fucking could! Like a twisted exhibition!"
The chief stopped in path, startling the inspector as he got into his face, spitting out gruffly from under his white moustache.
"I have a steel baron, the health minister, Suleiman Dara, and a handload of other men, important men, slaughtered in their sleep. Siddiqui, do you fucking hear me? My job is hanging by a thread here if I don't bring forth something about this so cut me some slack and focus on this before those lowlifes!"
Siddiqui however matched his energy, "Thats what I'm saying! Bodies are showing up left and right and I don't think a single one of them is a coincidence. Be it from the slums or gentry."
The older rolled his eyes at his stubbornness and turned back on his heel.
"You think all the deaths are connected?"
"I think some psycho's going on a fucking purge right as we speak."
"Fucking purge me too."
"What? Why?" The inspector followed the elder's gaze to the glass-walled meeting room, making his bushy brows raise in question. "What is State Security doing here?"
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