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'Two hundred girls were rescued yesterday from the old sugarcane factory. Five people were found dead at the scene. According to the victims, these five were the kidnappers responsible for their ordeal.

'But the big question now is, who killed those five kidnappers?' asked the reporter on television.

The public believed they had the answer. They suspected it was 'Mogambo.' But no one knew who Mogambo really was. After the forensic reports on the kidnappers were completed, the killer's fingerprints were also retrieved.

The rescued girls knew who had wounded the kidnappers, but when that person left, the kidnappers were still alive, except for their leader. The big question that remained was: who had killed them afterward?

"We have to check everyone in the city now!" declared Godbole. He knew it was nearly impossible to check everyone, but he couldn't think of any other option.

"But sir..." Shaaney began.

"That's the only option," Godbole interrupted.

"But—"

"No buts," Godbole cut him off.

The posters in the city and the two-day strict lockdown seemed to have been of no use. They had to take every step within their grasp.

"Tomorrow, there will be an officer on every street matching fingerprints," said Godbole.

"But what if we don't find him?" asked Shaaney.

"Then we'll have to take drastic measures," replied Godbole. "This guy is not an ordinary person. He has killed twelve people in just a week, and we haven't even come close to catching him."

"Sir, ever since I saw the poster, I've had this feeling that I've seen all three of these men before," said Shaaney.

"Where?" Godbole asked.

"That's what I can't remember," Shaaney replied.

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