I opened the briefcase with shaky hands and a lot of apprehension of sudden blast in case if any explosive was inside it. However, unboxing the contents of the briefcase appeared apparently safe although the contents were a sort of boring, bunch of printouts of internet downloaded contents, looked like a journal article. While scanning my eyes through those I found myself in the dilemma, if I should draw attention of law enforcement officials about this incident or should I contact the briefcase sender’s daughter. Neither felt as comfortable choice to me and I started to turn those pages with a vacant stare. The documents were all about some medicinal drugs. Being unable to decide what all these documents meant and why and when did Rasley send this briefcase full of documents to me, I went for a shower. The answer of ‘when’ did he send this parcel became clear post-shower when I thoroughly examined the sender’s details printed on the parcel cover; he couriered it just minutes before his assassination. The mystery remained around why did he send it to me’? I knew him only for a very brief period, maximum for an hour or so.
Next day, as usual I started in the morning for the conference, as scheduled. That day’s schedule was divided into two sessions, the morning session involved paper presentations by some guest presenters and the post noon session was dedicated to a city tour, by bus. Therefore, I was carrying a camera on that day to capture the beautiful glimpses of the city.
On arrival at the conference venue I received a light breakfast and a formal welcome and then hailed straight to the conference hall whereI found a comfortable empty seat in the middle row to sit. I was just about to seat when my eyes remained stunned open as I saw one of the name on the guest presenter’s list displayed on the screen, ‘Dr. Rasley’. Is it the same person Rasley, who is deceased or someone else with same name. Within next few minutes my doubt erased as the condolence filled announcement was announced for Dr. Rasley. Suspiciously, I couldn’t make out why didn’t he tell me in the train that he was also hailing for the same conference where I was attending, although I told him about it. He was the third guest presenter on that day’s list in the conference. I started to perspire thoroughly with angst of the entire events I went through since visiting this island nation. Few things were then becoming clear to me about my train-friend Rasley (Dr. Rasley now), he must had been in some sort of trouble and knowing me as a member of alike profession and participant of the same conference, must had send me the briefcase to my hotel. My sixth sense said that the briefcase full of explosives that we uncovered in the train was possibly placed for Dr. Rasley’s assassination to commit a homicide rather than a terror act to blow of the train. I couldn’t keep any more control on my nerves and left the conference hall and went out for the lobby.
In the lobby area, I tried to recapitulate all the incidents again and wanted to know what really Dr. Rasley’s topic of presentation was on that day, for any possible clue to his murder. I went directly to meet the conference organiser and asked regarding the deceased guest presenter’s submitted abstract. The reply I received was heartbreaking, and further complicated the puzzle of Dr. Rasley’s death. The organisers informed, Dr. Rasley is a renowned professor in his working area, which is related to uncovering unknown adverse reactions related mysteries of medications and since he was a guest presenter his item was allowed to be a last minute surprise, henceforth no-one had any idea about the possible work that Dr. Rasley would had presented on that day. Some of the things were becoming clear to me albeit not all, so I decided to return to the hotel and suspend the the remaining days activity at the conference.
It was noon, when I returned to the hotel, and hunger was troubling me a lot, so first I headed for a lunch and then to my room. I sat with a mug full of steaming robusta and a piece of paper to try to join all segments of the events together, to find any link between Dr. Rasley’s murder and his conference presentation topic.
It was quite clear to me by then that since pharma companies were possibly involved with his presentation topic its likely that he was almost about to untangle some mischievous truth about some drugs that could have been potentially harmful for a particular drug company’s business or legality. Unfortunately, this was my hypothesis only, and had no way to prove it. Although, I thought many times to discuss those things with the local police, didn’t do so because I felt that it would be wise to keep away from them suspecting the high financial influence on law enforcing authorities such giant drug companies could have had. Nevertheless, till then everything was just a imaginative play of my mind with not much strong evidence to any proper hint which makes a perfect knot with the real scenario.
I didn’t have much time in hand and must leave that nation in next 72 hours when my return flight was pre-scheduled. So thought of self investigating the case to my best possible extent. Thanks to the internet and computer, the angels of this century, allows us to do a lot of investigative work simply being in a room, as if an undercover detective. If it was the time when Sherlock stories were portrayed probably I would have to plunge in giant potholes of real danger to uncover various pieces of information and would have increased my chances of being noticed easily by the wrongdoers.
I didn’t have much knowledge of a detective’s work, except those learnt in forensic lectures I went through during my grad days. But my sole rang, I should give a try and so I did dip myself in investigating Dr. Rasley’s murder case silently behind the closed door of the hotel room.
First thing in my investigation list was to know the academic work details of Dr. Rasley, and that didn’t seem to be a difficult task, the university where he was most recently enlightening his pupils displayed all about his works on its website. There were almost 130 publications where he was the credited as an author and he also contribute to few books pertaining to medicines. I immediately figured out that the deceased with whose death mystery I was dealing with, was a damn gem in his field of work. Solving, such a mammoth profile person’s murder case is probably not a easy job for an amateur investigator like me. However, I didn’t allow such low esteem thought to outgrow in me any further and focused back in my investigation. I knew as long as I am doing all the investigation work over the internet and my computer, probably I wouldn’t be noticed by the perpetrators, albeit one should always be careful from the new computer tech related pests, called ‘hackers’.
Continue reading: The briefcase story part 3
P.S: THIS ARTICLE IS A WORK OF FICTION, PRODUCT (COPYRIGHT) OF THE AUTHOR, ANY RESEMBLANCE OF CHARACTERS OR EVENTS IN ANY FORM WITH REALITY ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL AND ACCIDENTAL.
This is a continuation of a suspense thriller series:
First part of this series can be found here- The Briefcase story: part 1