Pulsar Suni stretched his legs; a rock slided off the stony edges.That was close. He had heard footsteps just after midnight. Had just about time to sneak out and scale through the outhouse walls.
He pressed the phone to his ears and spoke, ‘I need…’
The voice on the other end cut him short.
“The police are scouring all over, every district, taluka, ward, road and lane. You have no choice but to give up”.
“Where are you”, the voice prodded on.
‘In a tunnel, under some bridge, a few miles from Sengottai, bordering Kerala.’
The phone went silent for a second. Pulsar Suni bent down and caught his reflection in the flowing stream.
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