The team spread out, searching the wreckage carefully. Most of it was unsalvageable—burned beyond recognition. The explosion had destroyed any evidence that could have tied the killer to other crimes.
But then—
"Aryan."
Naina's voice was sharp.
Aryan turned to find her standing near what used to be a wall. Among the blackened rubble, something small and metallic had survived the fire.
Aryan knelt down and picked it up.
A locket.
Burned at the edges, but still intact.
He slowly opened it.
Inside was a photo.
The image was too damaged to see clearly, but it was enough to make Aryan's pulse quicken.
It was a group picture.
And at the center of it—was the killer.
But he wasn't alone.
Several other figures stood beside him. Faces barely visible. But one thing stood out.
They all wore matching pendants.
Aryan swallowed hard. This wasn't just one man's game.
There were others.
Naina looked over his shoulder. Her expression darkened. "This confirms it."
Karan frowned. "Confirms what?"
Aryan shut the locket. "He wasn't working alone."
Karan stiffened. "You mean—there's someone else out there?"
Aryan exhaled. "Not just someone. A group."