PART 1: THE EMERGENCE
It was a warm evening and fog rose from the Seine. It mingled
with the brume if industry and elouded the gas street lights that
dimly lit the Warwick streets. Adjacent, in the 4th district, was
the Western State Penitentiary Prison, within which a man Joe
Cole, whose hands were chained to the wall by cold steel chains
and ankles bound by cuffs.
Joe had brown, straight hair and long thick sideburns that
taunted the corners of his mouth. He was in rags. His nose still
had the bruise from the attempt to detain him when six rugged
men were needed to pin him down and capture him.
“Sir” he said speaking to Fred Cain, the Warwick Chief of
Police, “I turned a criminal the night my father had me arrested
as a kid”. When those constables had turned up and took him
away to a cell that night, he had felt betrayed, devastated by his
father. Above all, he had felt angry. And that anger had stayed
with him all his life, a chip on his shoulder that had been ever
present in his interactions and informed his life choices.
Fred sat in the adjacent corner of the cell on a wooden bench.
His hat in his lap and his walking stick leant against the wall.
“During your trial at the Warwick county court, did you give the
judge these damn reminiscences about your dad? Do not waste
The rays of torches lining the walls flicked. A rat buzzed
between the iron bars and retreated into the shadows.
“I have watched that damn machine cut off the head my dear
friend Gregor Manor. This can’t be my fate”. He shook his head.
The surprise look upon Gregory’s face as his head fell to the
ground was forever engraved in his memory. He couldn’t resist
it, could not recall how Gregor used to smile or the jovial times
they shared in local brothels.
“You have deserted from the army, you have destroyed many
marriages and you have orphaned my children. Why would I
care about your damn fate?” Rays from the flickering torches
gleamed in Fred’s eyes.
“Sir, I crave a life no longer on the run”, said Joe, thinking of
his recent arrest. His wife, who left him for another man, had
found him back in London and reported him to the police. He
could never be free while the sins of his past stalked his being.
“Such is the date of a criminal. Why would I care about your
itch? You are wasting my time”, Fred said, snatching up his
cane and smashing it against the wall. He stood.
“Sir, let me tell you what I can offer you, so as not to waste
any more of your time.”
Fred pushed out the backs of his jacket and sat carefully on
his stool. “You can proceed.” Thieves adore me. Hardened
criminals esteem me. I drink their hearts. I will gather their
secrets and share them with you.”
“We have informants already, why would I need you?”
“Sir, I will be the best of them all!Of your informants, do any
have as much esteem amongst the other criminals? Of your
informants, have any been as tricky as me, to escape hardened
prisons so many times, even dressed as a nun to avoid detection?
Sir, I will go to lengths those simpletons could not even imagine.
I will be your best informant sir. I know this without a pinch of
doubt, and I think you do too.”
“I can’t trust you”
“Sir, when my late father had me arrested as a boy, my fate
was sealed. In my mind, I became a criminal. It has taken my
while life to realize he did that out of love. I can be different, I
can be of use to the society, I can be the man my father knew I
“I don’t know if you can.”
“Sir, I’ve seen the end. I’ve seen my friend’s head freed from
his body by guillotine. I know that God’s grace has all but kept
me alive. I will be as devious as I was in crime but use those skills
to catch the criminals, and make Warwick safer.
He shook his head. ” Just as the rats carry the plague, I fear
you spread a vile truth.”
“Sir, just give me one last chance. Please.”
Fred was silent. “We will hold off your application in the
morning. But know this, you are one mistake from execution. I
want intelligence, actionable intelligence, or you will be seeing
your father sooner than you had imagined.”
He stood, picked up his cane, placed his top hat on his head
and signalled to a guard outside the cell to let him back inside
Joe put his head back on the stone wall and blinked a tear. He
would be tireless, he would be disciplined. He would use the
tricks and the black arts he had learned. It was clear that Fred
barely believed what Joe said. But that was fine. Because he
knew what was there in his heart. And it was true. And, with
time, he would prove it. He felt the anger that had fuelled his
heart for so long start to thaw. The miserable wretch that was
his soul, felt a flick of hope. His father had loved him and had
wanted to be the best he could be, no matter how tragically he
had tried to teach that lesson. And now understood that it was
only ever a lesson. He could become the man his father knew he
PART 2: BLIND FOLD
“Sir I didn’t kill him. And why would I do so when I don’t know
him? ” Sarah said with a persuasive tone.
“Every murderer says the same thing madam. Speak the truth
am too exhausted to listen to all your crap”. Said Joe with roaring
Sarah covered her face with her hands. Tears came rolling out.
This ordeal was agonizing. She said in a very low tone “believe
me I didn’t do anything. Somebody is framing me.”
“Your neighbor has given statement against you. He is the
eye witness.” Joe said with the same crooking voice.
Sarah jumped with shock and said “who? Yash?” Joe nodded
slightly narrowed his eyes on Sarah. Sarah said in a little bit
louder tone “that’s impossible. He can’t be an eye witness
because he is blind!!”
3 years ago………
The neighborhood is not so friendly contrary to it’s name
“Friends for life Residence” in an elegant area of Warwick city.
Sarah likes it that way, silent and uncanny. She was forgetting
things slowly. Initially sh ignored the symptoms which have
started interrupting her daily routines. Things turned out to be
nastiest day by day when she was diagnosed with Insanity one
David left her alone with a psychiatrist. He sent the divorce
papers and Sarah mutually agreed. A smart move by David
because if Sarah forgets him, the divorce would be on the brink
forever. The treatment turned out to be prolific. Sarah was
getting better not wholly but partially. Sometimes she just
wonders; the treatment makes her feel better of David’s absence
in her life. She once asked the doctor if her treatment can wipe
out all the previous memories and rebuild fresh memories or
“Hey stop the lift for me…..!” Sarah shouted and rushed in
Sarah went out for her groceries and other essential or non
essential things with all precaution measures. She has saved
each and every possible detail of almost everything about her
in her phone and she keeps a small notepad too in case of
emergency. Sarah now doesn’t forget the way to her home nor
“Thank you Yash. You too went out for groceries? Said Sarah
with a chirpy voice.
“You’re most welcome Sarah. Yes lots of groceries actually,
so that a blind man doesn’t need to go out pretty often”. Yash
The lift stopped at 4th floor. Both of them came out and walked
towards their respective doors. Yash doesn’t like people helping
him or feeling pity on him. He loves doing everything all by
himself. He manages very well. Sarah wonders blind people
have some special gifts. They can sense anything good or bad
more efficiently than other people with eyes.
“You should come to my place sometimes. I cook very well.”
Said Yash putting the exact key among all other keys into the
hole with absolute perfection.
Sarah was busy watching him do so. She answered after a
pause of few seconds “yes sure.”
Sarah has posted notes on almost all her stuffs; washing
machine, microwave, food, clothes, bathroom, bird food, fridge,
TV, remote and cash. That worked actually. She sat with a cup of
tea and turned on the TV when she heard the lift door open and
close going to the ground floor. There are two houses in each
floor so that makes Yash and Sarah the only close neighbors to
“Yash is so wierd. Just now he told me he bought extra
groceries to avoid getting out very often and look at him.” Sarah
was talking to herself.
Yash was not a friendly neighbor when he first met Sarah and
David. Though she vaguely remembers whether Yash has ever
talked to them or not. That day when Sarah went out to bring
cigarettes packets for David and she forgot her and David’s name
and house number and mistakenly, she knocked Yash’s door,
David yelled at Sarah like an animal and the very next day she
was taken to Maria, the psychiatrist. Sarah tries very hard to
remember that day whether she entered Yash’s house or just
stood outside of the lift going up and down from 5th floor is the
maximum during nights
Why would a blind man go out so often at night? Sarah has
heard sounds too. Like people having arguments but during the
day, the house remains grave silent. She is not much more sure
though. Sarah took sleeping pills. Seems like he is hallucinating.
The canary was chirping merrily sitting at the aisle of the sofa.
The alarm rang, time to feed the bird.
The insanity has destroyed many important memories and
ability of judgement of which Sarah repents a lot. Though some
memories which Sarah repents for not remembering evidently
is about her peculiar neighbor Yash. After a year of undergoing
treatment one fine day, the bathroom tap stopped working
persistently. Even after wasting four helpless hour Sarah
couldn’t remember the plumber’s name and phone number.
She was in a dilemma of going out and asking for help as she
hasn’t stepped out for quite a long while.
That is when landed at Yash’s door for the second time. A tall
handsome young man wearing black glasses opened the door.
After listening to her problem, he went in to get the plumber’s
phone number and asked Sarah to sit and wait.
That’s the moment which Sarah can’t recall however hard she
tries. When she was sitting and waiting, she saw a glimpse of
Yash without spectacles going through some notebook pages.
Sarah leaned forward a little more to have a clear view when
Yash came out of the blue and stood in front of her like a ghost.
“Sarah I found the plumber’s phone number.” Yeah said in
calm voice and gentle smile.
After the plumber left, Sarah sat on the sofa with her canary,
she thought “Yash might be looking in a Braille book probably
but I can’t remember in which room he entered and from which
room he came out. He appeared in front of me in a jiffy like a
ghost. Why can’t I remember? Fuck!! Someday I will forget my
“Mrs Sarah, you are a patient of severe Dementia (insanity)
and your psychiatrist has confirmed that too.” Said Joe with rage.
Sarah’s eyes were red with anger and frustration. She yelled at
Joe. “I am Miss Sarah not Mrs anymore. My husband left me
for another woman the moment he learnt about my disease. Yes
it’s true I was in severe stage of insanity but I have recovered
partially didn’t my psychiatrist confirm that to you? I live alone,
I forget things but I cannot kill anyone!”
Joe extended a glass of water and said “calm down Sarah. Fine
then, can you tell me what exactly happened yesterday? Try to
remember everything clear and specific.”
Sarah said with wet eyes “please don’t say like that officer,
I clearly and specifically remember everything that happened.”
“Yes it’s true that I don’t remember since when Yash is my
neighbor. He was unusual but a pleasant man, soft spoken, never
misbehaved with me and very helpful but one cannot ignore the
fact he was a mysterious as if he is not worth he seems to be.
There’s always a mystical aura around him. Yesterday morning
we met in the lift and he invited me for lunch, I refused as I don’t
stay away from home for.a long time, but he would not listen.
At 2pm I distinctly remember it was 2pm I knocked his door. He
came out wearing his usual black glasses and his stick which
he carried with him like a shadow. He asked me to sit and wait
and he went out saying that he forgot to bring some soft drinks
and he left abruptly. He was fucking longer than usual and I
was getting reckless so I thought to take a short trip around
his home. I checked my wrist it was 3pm. I wanted to use the
washroom, I searched it myself and when I screamed aloud like
hell. On the floor was lying a man on pool of blood. I stepped
back and collided with Yash. I don’t know when exactly he came
and when did he called the cops. I conspicuously remember his
endless screams blaming me for Killing that man who I don’t
Just then Fred entered the room with the autopsy report. Joe’s
eyes widened as he reached at the end of the page. He stood up
and said “Miss Sarah you may go home. But I am sorry to say
that a lady constable will accompany you to your home.”
Joe seems to be an expert. He has been to the station many
times. He has been interrogated by some of the best detectives.
Fred was astonished by the way he was commanding respect
among his team despite being new to the job.
This being his first case. Joe led his team to search vigorously
for 2 months the killer. One morning, Joe reached Sarah’s house.
Sarah was shocked and glad at the same time.
“We are extremely sorry for bothering you Miss Sarah. I
apologize on behalf of the entire team.” Said Joe with composed
“It’s okay officer. I keep forgetting things so I forgot the
mishaps.” Sarah said with a witty smile.
She added again “congratulations for your win by the way.
What happened to Yash? He never came back in this house
Joe said “that night, the autopsy report said that the man died
in sometime between 3:30 to 3:45 am the previous night. So we
dismissed you as our suspect as we knew that your presence at
your neighbor’s home at that time was impossible. We nabbed
him from a motel in the highway where he was hiding with
his Identical twin brother Gilmour. Gilmour is blind but not
Yash. Both of them are so identical that they easily switched
roles. Gilmour stayed indoors and Yash turned blind whenever
he stepped out. They are drug dealers. The man Yash killed was
a rival. They had some argument and Yash stabbed him. That
day Gilmour was yelling at you not Yash. They were trying to
bewilder the cops by imposing murder charge on you. Anyway
miss Sarah, get well soon!!! And beware of tricky neighbors.”
Sarah was extremely happy that the killer was arrested and
gained confidence in her memory and her disease. That’s a win
for her and Joe.
Fred led the whole Warwick Police Department to give Joe a
standing ovation. He was also awarded with the “cop of the year