He paused at the door. “Come, Rohan. Let’s go meet a ghost.”
Arjun turned the photographs over. On the back of the last one, in faint pencil, a junior officer had scribbled: Victim’s personal diary recovered. Last entry dated yesterday. Quote: “She visits every third Sunday. I’ve made peace with it.” Sunday Suspense
“Then how did the blood get on the wall?” Arjun asked, not looking up. He paused at the door
“What?”