Heather opened her e-mail account. There was this mail, namely a request. She carefully read thought for a moment and wrote her reply.

"This'll be great." the blonde's laughter reverberated in the closed room.

(In the suburbs of Dimmsdale,two days later)

A man of early fifties was standing alone in the rain. His face was covered under the umbrella. Another stout figure approached him from the darkness.

"Hey, is that you? Jim?"

The figure charged towards the man with a katana in his hand. With one swift slash the old man was left with a deadly gash on his chest. The man was breathing his last, only to have yanked upwards, "Bye bye, old man.

(Heath Residence)

"It's almost one hour, what the hell dad is doing at his study?" Natalia Heath the older sister exclaimed.

"Firstly brother goes missing and then we cursed or something?" Miranda the younger sister replied.

The two daughters of Anthony Heath were very anxious about their father's absence. Their brother Jim is missing for past two days so is one of his dad's collection, a Japanese katana. They didn't contact the Police as they thought Edward might be the criminal.

Suddenly the door-bell rang, Natalia sprinted to open the door.

"Oh, , thank god." Natalia took a sigh of relief. As the person was one of her father's friends.

"You look worried, Natalia? What's the matter? Any news about Jim?" looked worried.

"We were having our dinner suddenly dad got a call, his facial features changed and he directly went to his study. There's no trace of Jim also." Natalia answered.

Suddenly, the phone rand again. Miranda ran towards it.

"Hello. Heath residence. Who is it?"

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"Who?"

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"They are not identifying themselves." Miranda cried towards Natalia and who have also stormed towards the phone.

"Give it to me." ordered Miranda.

"IT's Mark. Who is it?"

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"Why, why did you kill your own father?"

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"Shit, he hung up."

"Quick, we have to rush to the Sabel lake's west side. He said that he was possessed and killed Ronald." Mr Mark rushed towards Ronald's study. The daughters followed suit.

To their dismay the study was completely empty, only the sliding window was little open.

"He must have left through the window; to the car everybody." already figured out the next course of action.

Three of them sprinted to Mr. Mark's car. Without any further delay, the old man started the car with the young women.

The sisters were very anxious, Natalia almost cried, while Miranda consoled her, while the car sped towards Sabel lake.

The car arrived at the destination within 15 minutes. The traffic was very thin, so they were able to clock around 70 miles/hr.

The sight was very harsh when they reached the spot. There was a cave near the west end, was lying on his back at the entrance of the cave. There was a long gash on his chest, blood splattered on his shirt and trousers. His face only showed horror.

The sisters couldn't control their tears, they cried out loud, Mark while took out his phone and informed Dimmsdale Police.

(Timmy's thoughts)

Timmy was remembering the conversation he had with Vicki regarding Heather.

"Listen Twerp, just because she has a lion tattoo on her back, that isn't enough to incriminate her. We need harder proofs." Vicki censured her partner for his naive thinking.

"But, you were very eager to catch her. Now you're refusing it." Timmy looked flustered.

"Come on, why're you so eager to catch her now? Isn't she your girlfriend?" Vicki shot back.

"No she isn't. I don't mix my personal and professional lives. Heather is a suspect and that's it. It has nothing to do with her personal relation with me and for your information she had proposed me, I've not answered yet." Timmy ended his banter.

"So you're in a fix. You are weighing your options, whether to go with a criminal or a detective?" Vicki sneered. Though Timmy heard a tinge of jealousy in her voice

"So, do you think that I consider you as an option?" Timmy's eyes furrowed over his partner.

"Why not, I'm sexy and hot. You should consider yourself lucky that we did it." Vicki now sneered.

"So that meant nothing? But why me? Why you try to find him in me?" Timmy had enough.

Vicki yanked him by his shirt collar, "Listen carefully twerp. I don't like to go in circles. You look too much like him. The same hair style, the same aura, the similar anything is keeping you alive then it's your resemblance with him."

"So, you would be cool if I take you to a date tonight? Cause I need to figure out my emotions." Timmy looked directly in those pink eyes. They betrayed their owner, instead of rage they only portrayed confusion.

"Fine, whatever? Since that day, I too am very restless. We need to clear this air." Vicki's cheeks sported a dusting of pink.

"You look great, when you're like this, confused." Timmy replied as Vicki leaned dangerously closer to his face.

"Ahem...Vicki, we are in office."Timmy broke the redhead's trance.

Vicki quickly gained her composure and shoved him away, "As if I was gonna kiss you?"

Suddenly Timmy was pulled out of his thoughts, his mobile was beeping.

"Twerp, come quick at the Sabel lake, something have turned up on the west side near that cave."

Timmy heard his partners instructions over the phone and quickly set out for the destination.

(Vicki's thoughts)

"Why the hell, all the time I've something to do, I end up investigating a murder?" Vicki yelled at herself as she was on her way towards the spot.

"But, why someone disguised as a genuine invitee in that party? Was it for the reason to watch over this situation? So that the perpetrator remains silent? But that means a very well informed and intelligent being is pulling all the strings from behind. Is Heather that much intelligent?" Vicki thought in her mind as she drove towards the spot.

"The twerp'll surely reach before me, his apartment is closer to that lake." Vicki pulled around the spot.

The police have already encircled the crime scene, while police lines were everywhere. Vicki saw two young women on their knees and an elderly man consoling them.

She strode on towards the police line and flashed her id towards the guard.

She was ushered in, only to see Timmy and Inspector McCarthy inspecting the crime scene. McCarthy saluted her, while Timmy smiled.

"The Victim is Ronald Heath, a businessman and art enthusiast, 50. The time estimated time of murder was between 7 to 7.30. The cause of death was a slash by a sword around the chest area and severe blood-loss from that. The daughters and a friend of the victim testified that victim's son was missing for past two days along with a sword from the victim's collection. Around 6.30 the victim got a call and kept himself secluded in his study, around 8 or the dinner time the daughter's called him, yet he didn't come out. Then his friend arrived at his house for some business but another call appeared. The caller was Jim, the missing son. He admitted that he killed his father on this spot. The murder weapon is yet to be recovered and Jim is still fugitive."

McCarthy finished his briefing.

"Thanks, Inspector. Anything more, Timmy?"

"There's a little something, Vicki. It was raining around 7-7.30 yet we couldn't find the umbrella. This whole place is little bit softened due to the rain, yet there were no footprints."Timmy replied.

"So in other words, the body seemed to a bit pressed on the ground, while there is no footprint. Fishy." Vicki replied.

"Inspector, what were the victim's belongings?"

"He had a pack of cigarettes,wallet and a matchbox. We didn't find the umbrella." McCarthy replied.

"Timmy, go with them to their house and search for those things." Vicki instructed him.

"Yes, I'll look for the umbrella and his cell-phone." Timmy chuckled.

Vicki strode towards the bereaved family, "It's very hard on you guys. So I would rather suggest you to go home and take some rest. We'll send the body to you after the autopsy, probably around tomorrow morning. Detective Timothy'll accompany you for some routine work, it'll be fast." Vicki's expression soothed them a little bit.

Timmy accompanied the family to the Heath residence.

He carefully looked at the study and other rooms. Nothing out of ordinary was there.

Timmy asked the daughters about their father's umbrella and mobile.

The both answered in negative, they haven't seen them in the house.

(The legend of the cursed Katana)

Timmy was listening carefully to , "Believe me detective Timothy, that katana is cursed. If a non-Japanese possessed it, then that person'll be engulfed in rage and will murder everyone in the vicinity, a wizard casted this spell on that Japanese sword."

Timmy chuckled, "Do you know that using satanic hymns, one can kill a flock of sheep, but before that you need to feed those sheep some arsenic laced fodder."

"There is no such thing as curses." Timmy sneered.

"It's expected, from 're a man of science, but still there is so much unknown outside this scientific realm of yours." sighed.

"I was the appraiser of that wretched sword, this sword was owned by an esteemed Japanese diplomat. He gave it as a gift to an American general as a token for saving his back. But that sword was cursed, they say a foreigner hating wizard cast a spell on that sword, so the diplomat forbade him not to unsheathe it, even for once. But the general didn't listen and as he unsheathed it, he started indiscriminately killing people around him. bought it from the son of that general." finished his statement.

"Hmm...that Nebraska slashing massacre. That general was already mentally destabilized, even if it was an ordinary sword, he would have done the same. Maybe the reference of the curse fuelled his insanity." Timmy was a rational man, he never believed in such things.

"Then tell me, why Jim, such a loving son can commit this sort of an heinous crime?" almost cried.

"It's still under investigation, so no comments ." Timmy replied.

(Vicki's investigations)

"Hmm...the twerp has already send me some infos. Umbrella and mobile are not found. Ok, and what's this? Hm...Oh, he got hold of the son's wallet and ATM card and cell phone, that's why he thinks it's very unlikely for the son to be the murderer."Vicki read the sms, which was sent by Timmy.

"Yup, a person who is absconding for two days, should at least take his wallet, mobile phone and ATM card." Vicki muttered to herself.

Vicki closely observed the bottom of the shoe of the victim, some red soil got stuck there.

"This place doesn't have red soil, so was the crime scene somewhere else? Why his mobile and umbrella is also missing?" Vicki was deep in her thought.

"Inspector, can you check one thing for me?" Vicki asked McCarthy.

"Yes, Ma'm." McCarthy replied.

"Check, what was the last location of 's cell phone and check the status of Jim's bank account also." Vicki gave her order.

McCarthy phoned the IT department, which handles these requests.

"Hmm...probably this isn't the crime scene. The body was dumped here from somewhere. Probably at that exact location we can find his umbrella and probably the mobile phone. That same area must have red soil colour." Vicki was quite sure of the things.

(Elsewhere)

The Goddess has ordered her to keep a tab on him. She had send in the current location and a photo.

"That's the case, if he tries to do something,I'll pull the trigger." the black clad girl strode towards her destination.

(Heath residence)

"Please, detective. You have to understand, I know my brother. He'll never do such thing. He loved father, he loved us." Miranda almost cried while pleading her brother's innocence.

"It's under investigation , we haven't concluded anything.." Timmy's measured reply

Suddenly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, only to discard them as they were wet.

"Miranda, Natalia. Please remain calm. Have faith in God. Your father's murderer will not go scot free.." tried to console the bereaved sisters.

"It surely is a foul play, Jim the supposed culprit can never leave the house without his ATM card and wallet. If he really stole the katana, then he should have taken those accessories also, else he can't survive. If he hadn't drawn a large sum of money recently, then by no means he can be the culprit." Timmy thought.

Timmy looked closely at Natalia, she was holding the water bottle in her left hand."Are you a southpaw, Ms. Natalia?" Timmy asked.

"Yes, don't say that you suspect me, detective?" Natalia busted in anger.

"No,no. Absolutely not. The murderer was a right handed person and you all have alibis." Timmy chuckled.

(Revelations)

"So, Jim didn't draw anything from his account recently, and 's mobile was last located near the rundown church.

"Inspector, we are going to that location." Vicki's eyes were glittering, McCarthy couldn't figure out anything but he knew that Vicki has already reached her solution.

(Heath residence)

Timmy was waiting for the guard to arrive. Vicki thought of giving the sisters police protection for the night.

The sudden message from Vicki threw him off, "Assemble everyone at the rundown church, 7th alley,fast."

Timmy knew Vicki had already solved the case, "Hm..probably that place was the real crime scene."

"Everybody please listen to me. My partner, detective Victoria has asked us to assemble at the rundown church on 7th alley. Please co-operate." Timmy announced.

Everybody co-operated without uttering a single phrase, though Natalia looked very fresh. She was the first who probably got over the grief.

(The rundown church)

This area always felt creepy. Timmy wasn't the spirit believer, but this area had an eerie aura around. Even when he strode towards the church, with his current companions, that tingling in his gut never ceased.

"Why detective Vicki needs us here? Any idea?" the question was directed to Timmy but he wilfully ignored it.

"The cop won't answer anything. I'm sure he himself knows nothing." Natalia sneered.

"Oi, you two. Don't fight. We have to keep calm." the older man tried to defuse the situation.

The young women were very pissed for this late night outing and their demeanour spoke volumes about their resentment.

"Welcome, everybody, to the real crime scene." Vicki appeared from the far left corner of the church along with McCarthy.

"What are you saying? Don't joke around, when somebody is dead." cried out.

"Calm down, I've enough proof to say so, in-fact I've already a fair idea about the criminal. I also have evidence." Vicki smiled cockily.

"Don't waste our time. You can't expect a grieving family to dance at your whims?" Miranda snapped at the red headed detective.

"Such impatience, ok I'll start this." Vicki stopped to take a deep breath.
"The real crime scene wasn't Sabel lake. If that was the real crime scene, then we should have had the umbrella and the mobile phone of the victim there. On victim's shoe, there was red soil. Now that area doesn't have that soil type. So the crime scene wasn't that place. When I did a GPS search on the victim's mobile, this place turned up as the last visited place. When we came here we discovered blood of the victim. Now over there the beneath the flowerbed there seems to be a freshly dug up spot, big enough to bury a human." Vicki stopped.

"Inspector, call out them. We need to dig that place up." Vicki ordered McCarthy.

Under the high powered flash-lights, 5 efficient labourer started digging up that place, a corpse came up. Of a young man with a very prominent resemblance with the sisters.

"Brother is already dead? How? " the sisters were awe struck, still looked very composed.

Vicki concluded, "Your brother couldn't have killed your father. He has been dead for at least two days."

Timmy's mind was clear now, he saw the truth, he knew who was the culprit.

Vicki asked the shivering Miranda, " , when you guys were going to Sabel lake, did you took a sharp turn on the last bend?"

"No, it was a clear journey, is a very good driver." Miranda replied.

"Mark , can you explain why the tyre tracks of your car is at that turn, suggesting that your car bumped against the guardrail?"Vicki shot this question to .

"How can you say so? There are many owners having same models as me." defended.

"I've checked the others, no other owner of that exact same model, some of your car's paint is also got stuck on the guardrail, they will match with your car." Vicki smiled sadistically.

"So what, even if I had an accident how is that related?" shot back.

"So you're admitting that you bumped against the guardrail?" Vicki asked.

"Yes, so what? I came to see the view, two days ago. It happened back then." Mark shot back.

"I like this, I like a worthy opponent ." Vicki chuckled.

" Mark, your cigarette packet was dripping wet , you must have been in rain." now it was Timmy's turn.

" You killed dad?" Natalia looked astonished.

"Detective Valentine, we got a bloody jacket also." McCarthy informed while holding a jacket in his gloved hands.

"That's Mark's." Miranda cried in excitement.

" Mark, I've checked the call records, that call which you apparently received at Heath residence was made from your own cell-phone. You made a scenario which can insinuate Jim's presence. You called and informed him that Jim wants to meet him at the rundown church. You came here killed , then buried your jacket and the murder weapon. Transported the body over your car's roof and then dumped it on Sabel lake, by bumping against that guardrail. Still there will be victim's blood over you car's roof. We have already procured the Katana, which you have used to kill and Jim. Your fingerprints will be over it." Vicki concluded her analysis.

McCarthy rushed towards the car of , which was parked nearby, sighed "You got me. I killed Jim to obtain the Katana and then I killed Ronald, he owed money from me."

"You fucker, you killed brother and dad for this." Natalia jumped at the confessing perpetrator and grabbed his collar but something caught Timmy's attention. Natalia, shoved her right hand in her pant's pocket. Before she could bring out anything Timmy's kick threw her off from the culprit.

Timmy shouted to a bewildered Vicki, "Natalia is left handed, she isn't Natalia."

Before the duo could react, Natalia laughed and said, "Goddess considers you as her worthy foes." and threw a knife towards Mark's throat and ran away.

Vicki chased her, while Timmy attended Mark , the knife has perforated his throat, his final utterances became very hazy and chaotic. "I failed...the goddess...my mailh..."