There are moments in a man’s life when he starts to hate that which he loves the most.
Detective Chacko was up against such a moment.
Never in his wildest dreams had wily fifty year old magined that one day he would be climbing up a steep slope, several thousand meters above sea level, his feet tucked inside knee high mountain shoes, his frost filled eyes__pure white sockets peering out from behind high precision long range lens into the distant snow capped peaks.
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