In a Village: At the Park

By Parker

Barot is one of the most beautiful villages in India. Braily is a famous, rich person who decides to start an orphanage in his village. At last he starts an orphanage. For the opening ceremony, he has prepared some speech, and he is delivering his speech, when someone shoots him. His friend Nathan, who is a detective, has taken this case personally. Meanwhile, there is rumor in the village that Braily has become the devil in the village and murdered few people in the village. SI Hans finds that there is a second murder that took place in the village and it was found in the park. SI Hans works out with Nathan, as there is some relation between the first and second murders.
Meanwhile, one annoying incident takes place in that the second dead body, which has been delivered to its address, is not delivered to the address. By this they come to know that murders in the village have been taking place before the death of Braily. So Nathan needs to have a look at the conditions in the village. So he takes in the help of one of his teachers in the village, Tony, who resides beside the village head Lloyds house. Tonys son is Chris, and his daughter. Chris falls in love with Veronika. In this investigation, Chris comes to know that all the murders have been taking place because of Ryan, the village heads son. But Ryans flashback makes Chris help him. The story is all about what the flashback is. Who is the real culprit? Has Braily really become the devil? What challenges did Nathan and SI Hans face while solving the case?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Jan 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781482868920

Parker

I am from India. I love writing stories. I started writing stories at the age of fifteen. First, I used to write in my mother tongue. Then in 2012, I moved to Bangalore, in Karnataka, from Guntur in Andhra Pradesh, which is my native. In a Village is my first novel. It is a series of cases which is solved by a hero. This story is written, taking inspiration from Sherlock Holmes, which I used to wonder about in my childhood. I never thought of writing a series. I am planning to write fantasy stories for children, taking inspiration from Harry Potter. I am even going to pursue my MA (literature) so that I can develp my writing skills and works become known to all over India. I am even planning to start a university only for authors who want to get professionalized in writing, hoping that one day writing will become as good as how the IT field has flourished in India. I am looking forward in my life to serve my country and the people of India with my stories. Hope you all enjoy my book

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Contents

1 The First Murder

2 First Murder in a Village

3 Unknown Call to Nathan and Hans

4 First Clue

5 The Village Head’s Son

6 Missing Dead Body

7 The Postman and the Deadbody

8 Ryan’s Fake Love Story

9 Arrest of Chris

10 Ryan’s Arrest

11 Death of Ellena

12 Plan to Kidnap Aethan

13 Culprits’ Den

14 Chase in the Forest

15 The Culprits Escaped from Jail

16 Aethan’s Death

17 Braily Is Back

18 Happy End

1

The First Murder

‘L adies and Gentlemen, let’s welcome to the stage world-famous organization the Hope of Life for Orphans and Blind People chairman, Mr Braily.’

Everyone in that auditorium was looking around for his appearance, loud applause around. He stood from his place and started walking towards the stage. Everyone thought that the chairman of this organization would be around his sixties, but he was a young man with a stiff body, walking with confidence, and he had sparkling small eyes. Everyone stood.

‘Now let’s welcome on to the stage the president of India, Mr Manmohansingh, to present him the Mother Teresa Excellence Award for his contribution to orphans and blind people,’ said the announcer.

After the presentation, Mr Braily took the mike to speak a few words. Everyone in the auditorium was listening with excitement. ‘Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. I would always be in reverence to God for giving me a chance to help the orphans. Every person arrives at a turning point in his life. I would like to share my personal life and the reason behind establishing this organization with all of you people.

‘I was born in 1989 in Delhi to Mr Cerick and Mrs Crowse. We were poor. My father used to earn Rs. 3,000, and he was a cycle mechanic. My mom was a housewife. They used to quarrel for even small things. The quarrels at last ended as duke. At the age of four years, I started school. It was very far from my home, so I used to stay in my aunt’s house. My aunt’s name is Best, and my uncle’s name is Clerk. She used to cook food with the help of her children. I was sharp in my childhood. I used to complete my studies very early and go out to play. Every Sunday my papa comes to my aunt’s house to bring me back home. Again on Monday, I was back at my aunt’s house. I wanted to stay with them than in my house. She used to look after me like her own son. I finished my two years there.

‘At the age of six, I changed my school for the first time. My new school’s name was Mahatma Gandhi School. That school was good on the nameplate but not in real life. It was a very small school. My mom used to bring lunch to me. I think my search for love started from this school, after this incident. One day I was playing with my friends. While playing, unfortunately, I didn’t see one of my friends coming, and I hit him very hard that he was injured. His name was Michel. For my bad luck, he was a relative of one of our principals, and he complained to him while class was going on. He came to me and grabbed my neck and hit my head to the celling of that room. As the celling of room was made up of concrete, it hit my head very hard that I had pain for a week. By that incident, I learned that people should not be in embarrass. From that time, I started to give only love, not anger, because I knew the value of love.’ He just paused, and there was a loud applause from the crowd.

He continued, ‘Thank you very much. The anger of those people didn’t