Radha was about to leave the office, with Asha, that night when she got a call from Syed. Both the girls stayed in the same hostel. Syed sounded agitated. “Somebody is seriously interested in stopping me from doing this film. Radha, this time it is a computer printed message left inside my house.
“Inside the house? Was it broken into?” she asked.
“No, that’s the most surprising thing.”
Radha and Asha reached his house in an hour’s time. By then, Syed was almost hysterical. He wouldn’t care less about Asha being there. Syed lived alone in the third floor flat of Millat Manor in Jogeshwari.
“Obviously, the person knows you and has a key to your place,” Asha observed, looking at the letter.
“Then, how did the message land on the dining table, located in the kitchen on the opposite side to the door, like you say it did? The window wasn’t open, was it?” Radha was, by the minute getting suspicious of Syed, himself. Some people from the Hindi filmdom would play any kind of publicity stunt to gain recognition, she’d heard.
“No,” he replied.
Asha tried to put her doubts to rest. “But could he go to the extent of damaging his work to do that?”
“He could if it’s a team-work. Don’t you remember cricketers have manipulated the ball to win a match?”
“That maybe, but I feel, Syed is Ok.”
“Only this letter that I took from him will tell. There was no printer or computer or laptop for that matter in his house. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t hidden it somewhere else or used someone else’s on the sly. The most accessible offices to these technicians are usually the producers’, whose movies they are working on. First thing tomorrow morning, we’ll have to make rounds of these offices and check out the computers and the stationary papers.”
To be continued…