Читать книгу The Way to Dehradun. A detective adventure story - Tatiana Sokoloff - Страница 10

In the morning, Yana received a call from the Russian consulate informing her that the body of a European-type man had been found, similar in description to Roman. It was necessary to arrive urgently for identification.

Oksana Fyodorovna and Yana ordered a car to the morgue.

On the way, they observed a motley crowd of Hindus, cars, rickshaws, and very popular vehicles called tuk-tuks. They are colored yellow-green. For those people who find it expensive to travel by tuk-tuk, you can use bicycle rickshaws, which are also quite a lot, and it costs less to travel on them. Life in Delhi was bustling and bustling, the luxury of palaces was replaced by dirty slums, the contrast of wealth and poverty, antiquity and modernity was pronounced, but in this mix of colors and smells one could feel the unique energy and atmosphere of this ancient and mysterious civilization, a country with a great history.

Yana and Oksana Fyodorovna were met by two policemen at the morgue. They took them to a special room. Oksana Fyodorovna was very nervous, Yana held on with all her might. They were shown a man of medium height, fair-skinned, but with a large bald spot on his head. Yana breathed a sigh of relief.

– No, this is not our Roman. We don’t know this person. Under what circumstances was he found?

– He was found near the Indira Gandhi airport, the body lay for about three days. They didn’t find any documents or money with him, most likely it was a robbery.

Yana left her contact information to the police and asked them to inform her if they found anyone else of European appearance.

Oksana Fyodorovna wailed joyfully:

– What a blessing that this is not our boy.

After the visit to the morgue, Yana and Oksana Fyodorovna went to the airport to meet with Salim.

He was a plump, middle-aged man with brown eyes.

He thought about Yana’s question for a few minutes, then said:

– I think I remember. He is a young man with glasses, a backpack on his shoulders, shorts and a blue T-shirt. He waited for someone for fifteen or twenty minutes, then went up to the man who was standing at the exit and talked to him about something. After that, the man brought the guy to him, and he left the airport building with him. I never saw them again.

– Okay, thanks, Salim, for the information. Can you describe in more detail the man Roman was talking to, as well as the young man he went outside with?

– The man was tall, about four eighty-five meters, or maybe even ninety meters, slender and with a turban on his head, apparently a Sikh. The guy is about six feet tall, skinny, with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail.

– And this Sikh, has he ever caught your eye before?

– To be honest, I didn’t pay much attention to the Sikhs, they often come across here. But that day, he blinked at me, stood near the exit for a long time and constantly called someone back on his mobile phone.

– Salim, here’s my phone number, think carefully, maybe you can remember something else about this Sikh. Please call me back and let me know. This is very important for us.

“And now, Oksana Fyodorovna, let’s observe what is happening at the exit, outside the terminal building,” said Yana. And they went outside to continue their investigation.