Sunday Suspense Page

“Too theatrical. This killer is precise, not dramatic. The message isn’t for us. It’s a signature. A promise.”

“No. A memory. Or a conscience.”

The amber glow of the study lamp did little to chase away the Sunday chill. For Superintendent Arjun Sen, the third Sunday of every month was a ritual. The leather armchair, a half-empty glass of single malt, and the case file no one else could solve. Sunday Suspense