And that was precisely what he did. He picked up the envelope even before he sat down, tore it from the side and took out the single A4 sheet it contained. As he dropped the envelope on the desk and rested his fat backside on the black leather swivel chair, he realised there was something more in the packet. He upended it curiously and glared at the SIM card that hit the desk with a tiny sound. He picked it up and looked at it perplexedly, before returning his gaze to read the letter he had cast aside. "Dear Mr Narang, I am confident that, by now, you have destroyed the only prints Mumbai Police have been looking for. The SIM card enclosed with this letter is the one I had used to call Samir Suri before I killed him. I have another one which I had used to call Adit Lele. Do you want it? If yes, then I want your newspaper to cover the story of these murders closely. There are more to come. Many more. Remember, I am watching you. If you do not do something within the next 24 hours, I will be forced to go somewhere else.
