Hidden between the thick roots of a Banyan tree, Lady Butterfly stood absolutely still.
Her dark and tight clothes which stick to every inch of her body, camouflaged her under the layered morning mist. But her eyes, sharp as eagle, stayed locked on the broken archway of the criminal zone. Her patience was thinning.
"They should've come out by now," she muttered, her voice barely above a breath. "They went inside yesterday morning. It's already dawn now..."
She had followed Vikram Das and Mona discreetly, suspicious about their destination. But she hadn't expected them to cross into the restricted criminal zone—a land filled with police, sealed criminals, and village rumors.
She bit her lower lip, glanced once more toward the criminal zone. It was very much tempting to enter inside, but the criminal zone was tightly sealed with cameras always monitoring the moment.
