Burari Case Diary Notes Romane & Geschichten

I gave a half smile as I kept aside three CD plates having images and soundtracks of Brian. When I fondled further into the cupboard I could find a sizable diary, which had Brian’s name scribbled on it. Upon seeing the diary, I was puzzled and took it out “Welcome To My… Little Secret…” I read the first note on the dairy, and raised a brow when I flipped through pages to realize the uncountable secret he had written down. I am Scribbling down these little secrets in explicit sentences;

Near Rohini, Delhi A group of people was looking into the old records. They were in the premises of the records department. They were looking for a file of the juvenile suspect. It was found in the cupboard containing the files of the cases that had been closed. The person who found it handed it over to his fellow mate. ‘We’ve got the details,’ the person said to his fellow mates, when he opened and read the file. ‘Yes Sir,’ he replied. ‘We need to verify some of the details.’

Chain grabbed my arm and ran toward the door while the staff opened it. Lemuel inspected us for any signs of injury. "Are you guys okay?" He asked. I looked at my companions. "We're fine..." "Detectives! What happened here?" Dr. Jay asked with three nurses trailing behind him. "A bit of mess with the kids. I think one of them is hurt." After I shoved him. "Did you find anything?" Rose asked. "I found her diary. As of now, Its the best thing we can get hold of." Jay looked proud.

My bet was on the second one. I also found her medical certificates hanging on the wall, as well as some photographs of her with my dear old Dad and Joro. I rolled my eyes and turned away. I then went to the dining and I inspected the table. There was a spilled glass of water on a piece of paper. Something was written on it but the water made it puzzling. I clicked the scanner button of my glasses and the text revealed a very strange note: This is my note thing that leads the investigators to Hibara Cake, my very young killer with issues who hates me. Is this enough a lead? A student that is from the school, AMU. She’s 14, -…

With trembling hands, I approached it, my fingers brushing against the rough wood. With a creak, I lifted the lid, revealing a treasure trove of forgotten memories. Among the yellowed pages and faded photographs, my gaze landed on a leather-bound diary. It was weathered with time, its once vibrant cover now worn and aged. I knew instinctively that this diary held the answers we had been searching for.

Her crazy senses were activated and she immediately removed the frame from the wall. Her instincts weren't bad. There was a locker behind the chassis. She tried to get into the locker, but she didn't make it. She thought it over and placed Hea's date of birth as a password. Fortunately, that worked and the locker opened. She saw a blue diary in front of her and other documentation. She swiftly took the diary and opened it. She took pictures of the pages and hid the diary beneath her blazer. She locked the locker again and put the frame back as it is.

He hangs up and looks at me with remorse in his hard features. “Neil, what the fuck is going on.” Connor asks impatiently, trying to get a grasp on the situation. Neil shows him the page. “What. The. Actual. Fuck. I thought they checked this. How did they miss it? Liv, I am so sorry. We will get to the bottom of it.” Neil places the diary open on the table and I see the scrawl covering all my appointments for the week. Monday - BITCH MOVED IN Tuesday - BITCH HIDES

Whatever security system had been here before had already been bypassed. Inside, it looked like a lab. Not the sterile kind with steel and white light, but an archive twisted into a testing site. Files were stacked on wide stone tables. Shelves lined the walls, full of re-bound ledgers and vials filled with preserved samples in cloudy fluid. The papers weren’t just reports. They were obsessive. Notes scribbled in the margins. Diagrams of the nervous system overlaid with hormonal cycles. Tables tracking gene markers and bond compatibility. Handwritten phrases repeated across multiple pages:

Remi asked. "Yeah, she's not." At last, Bernice began to lose her mind. "Where did you find this doctor from? Don't try to play smart with me.” Casey said, "The medical records have been secured with a lock. How in the world could your doctor have seen the report on my patient?” "It doesn’t matter how I saw it.” Remi remarked. "I don’t believe.” Casey snorted. "Hold on," a reporter remarked, seeming a little uncertain. “Is it Harvey Freeman?”

Casey sat beside me, tablet in hand, already immersed in the task at hand. Barbara, my right hand in the business, stood across from me, her usually composed demeanor showing signs of stress. "Owen," she started, handing over another folder filled with the latest updates. "This is the latest update from this morning. I wish I had better news.This is everything we have managed to pull together since this morning."