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The briefcase story: part 6: citation styling



During the interrogation session, when the officers asked if I posses any photos of items found in the briefcase (which Rasley had send me by courier) I had to inform them that all photos of the contents of the briefcase were in my laptop and camera, which were then with the robbers. Police officers made attempt to establish contact with the officials of the country to which I visited, for the contents of the briefcase, but it didn’t work out because of poor political ties between the nations.

It was gradually becoming apparent to me and the police that those who mugged my laptop and camera were well aware that I no longer possessed the briefcase and all its contents were captured in my camera and laptop.  But what was suspicious was why were those thugs after those boring content of the briefcase.

I was quite sure that the thugs wouldn’t be able to dig into my laptop as it was password protected but my camera didn’t have any password. Not sure if any one sets a password for a camera.
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The briefcase story: part 5: men in sky mask

Mr. Job used his wireless device in hand and informed his staff to enquire about anyone named ‘Rash’. With in next 2 hours it became evident that there was someone named Rash, a female trainee student of Dr. Rasley. Rasley used to visit Rash at her home frequently and he called on there two days before his assassination too. That day Rasley worked till late night on Rash’s computer. Although it proved the origin computer of those printouts but police couldn’t get much meaningful information from Rash to swipe away the cloud of puzzle condensed around the death of Dr. Rasley.

Time seemed to roll on too fast that day and it was evening, when I boarded the aircraft to be back home. Mr. Job came to see of me and thanked me for my cooperation. Although the mystery of Rasley’s death remained unsolved, I was feeling quite light because I had handed over the briefcase to Mr. Job for his investigations and got rid of the gift from a murdered victim. Although the seats in economy class of flights are not that reclinable how much it should be, I attempted to adapt with it and tried to relax. Continue reading The briefcase story: part 5: men in sky mask

The briefcase story: part 4: interrogation in airport

The cops greeted me with a smiling face and asked me to disembark from the aircraft. They took me aside for a talk where a thick beard mildly obese person named Mr. Job was waiting for me. Mr. Job introduced himself as the chief investigating officer of Dr. Rasley’s murder case. He extended his apologies for getting me of from the aircraft. He also said, to conceal my identity in relation to the murder case in front of other passengers and flight crews his staff lied to me that I needed to be contacted for visa issues. While conversing with him, I agreed to cooperate with his investigation and he assured me a free return flight ticket back to my homeland by the end of that day. Continue reading The briefcase story: part 4: interrogation in airport

The briefcase story : part 3: my close door investigation

Among all the works that Dr. Rasley did only few I understood, primarily those about side effects  or mechanism of actions of certain medicines used to treat humans. Rest were about complex issues like genetics, lab animal related experiments, various chemicals etc. beyond my level of knowledge to engulf in one short scanning type read. After spending few hours on the laptop screen trying digging out the essence of his works my eyes worn out and had to take a nap. Continue reading The briefcase story : part 3: my close door investigation

The briefcase story :part 2: what is inside?

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. Continue reading The briefcase story :part 2: what is inside?

The briefcase story: part 1

It was 1 pm last December when I was traveling am in a train. Within another half an hour I was expecting to reach my destination station.

The purpose of my travel was to attend a conference about the usage of certain medicinal plants grown in the southern part of the country. Since I am a doctor, I needed to know about the recent usage of the herbs that are available over the counter, and therefore to broaden my knowledge sphere this conference was of worth to attend.

I enjoyed my entire journey since time of boarding on the train because of my co-passenger Rasley, a tall dark man with a small mustache. We both boarded from Rohester and were be traveling to Mount Keny hill station. At 10 minutes away from our destination, Rasley discovered a left over briefcase beneath his seat. I assured him that it was not mine and told him that it might be of the passenger who was sitting on that sit before we boarded. Asking about its whereabouts to other passengers around us also were futile.

The lonely briefcase made us to think of various possibilities from someone forgetting the briefcase there to intentional placement of a bomb beneath the seat. Our good spirit of being a good citizen made us contact the railway authority on reaching Mount Keny hill station. The concerned railway officer asked us few questions and then took couple of our details and allowed us to go.

I see offed Rasley and went for the hotel at Dukkan street where my room is booked for 3 days and 3 nights. The good of this traveling was that I didn’t have to pay for my travel expenses, the pharma company which hosted the conference, paid it for me. I always criticize this culture of providing such financial support to doctors but probably can’t sacrifice it when myself is the beneficiary; dirty human nature I suppose.

On arrival at the hotel I was welcomed with a cup of black coffee at the lounge. Coffee makes me crazy and sets my mood. I sat nearby the reception area of the hotel on a couch to watch news. Unfortunately, I couldn’t watch the news longer than a minute as they were broadcasting sports news, which is the last news recipe I would love to see in a news. So, I thought of going to my room to get a shower but a line running below the display screen of the news stopped me from getting up from the sofa. It mentioned that a black tall unidentified man about 6 feet tall was found dead at Holter garden area and incidentally I remembered that Rasley, was of similar physical outfit, and he said to me in train that he was going to meet her younger daughter at a place called ‘Holter garden’. But, I am not sure if that was Rasley or someone else of similar health architecture.

I immediately dialed the nearest police station from my 5 inch tall smartphone to know about the deceased. What I heard from the police officer on phone made myself sit still for a minute. A person called ‘Rasley’ was found dead, at Holter garden area today afternoon, said the officer. He further added that the bag found by Rasley and me in train came out to be full of latest type of explosives, however, police remained non-conclusive if Rasley’s murder had any link with reporting about the explosive full briefcase to the railway authorities. He was shot from point blank range. My gut feeling was, there must be some connection with Rasley’s murder and informing authorities about the explosives. May be the frustrated terrorist group who wanted to blow of the train full of passengers took revenge by killing my co-passenger for failing their terror plans. If my guess was true, next they would be coming after me too.

”Hello sir, are you alright?” – the receptionist came towards me and asked. She then inquired ”I can see you sweating severely. What can I do for you?”. My voice which was almost buried in fear and it came out at very low decibels “No thanks. I am fine. Just a thought”. I pulled myself out of the couch and went for my room at the 2nd floor of the hotel.

Upon entering my room first I contacted my spouse and shared my story to shred some of my anxiety. Then I took another cup of coffee and started to figure out what should I do next.

Next day morning, I went to the conference as scheduled and presented my paper. It was not a good presentation, as my brain was preoccupied with thoughts of the previous day. I was continuously getting bad day dreams of similar fate of mine like Rasley’s. But nothing like that happened and I returned safely to the hotel room in the evening.

The receptionist called me at 9 pm and said that there was a parcel for me. I collected it from the reception and then opened it in my room and found a briefcase inside it. The senders name and address terrified me, it was Rasley who just died on the previous day. Rasley was a co-passenger only and I didn’t know him before, hence receiving a parcel from him would obviously astonish me. But the question was how and why should a dead man send me a briefcase? Most important thing was what’s inside that briefcase.