It was heart-wrenching to see the young girl lying comatose beside the dead bodies. Five people—her old grandparents, parents, and little brother—lay brutally murdered beside her. The lady police officer tried to console her. “Do you have any relatives? Can we call anyone?” She asked the girl.

“I have already spoken to my uncle. He is abroad. He will be here in a few days,” the girl said, between sobs.

“Can you tell us what happened?”

“They were five of them. I ran up the attic. They didn’t see me. I only heard mummy’s screams. I think others were sleeping. I heard the voices of the men. I kept still till everything was silent. Then, I came down and …” She burst into tears again. The open cupboards, empty safe and dust-disturbed attic corroborated her story.

Hours later, the police left the place. Immediately, she got up, freshened up and dialed a number. “Now I have the money. No one is going to question me. Do you have the stuff?” She asked.