“35. How many cats did this lady have?” said Officer Sparks. “Look there’s another one.”
As the two uniformed cops made their way through the rubble in the darkened room, they caught the silhouette of something alive in the next.
“Shhhh, over there” whispered Sparks. They tip-toed quietly noting even more cats lying about. “37... 38... 39” said with a hush. As they turned the corner into the room, the image of a back lit Pintu leaning back sharply in his chair meet their eyes. He just stared at them, not moving a muscle, as they slowly withdrew their pistols.
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