One afternoon, Giri brought his son Yash to the station.
"Madam, he doesn't sleep at night. Keeps building machines."
Yash placed a small robot on the table.
"It's for farmers," he explained calmly.
"It prevents insects from damaging crops."
"You stay awake at night?" Yami asked.
Yash nodded.
"Night is peaceful. My mind works better then."
Something about that answer unsettled her.
That same night, another body appeared.
Inside the victim's jacket pocket—
A custom timing device.
Mechanical.
Precise.
Very precise.
Yash became a suspect.