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"Dead zone," Arjun noted.

Arjun’s voice crackled back, breathless. "Suspects detained. Handler is… he’s just a kid, Harjit. Nineteen years old. Engineering dropout." cms punjab police

And one of them was holding a satellite phone. "Dead zone," Arjun noted

Harjit was already typing. She back-traced the Signal metadata. The account was created at a public Wi-Fi hotspot in Amritsar’s bus stand. CMS scraped the router logs—seventeen devices connected at that moment. Sixteen were tourists. The seventeenth was a generic Android with a new SIM. Handler is… he’s just a kid, Harjit

The system had matched the phone’s Bluetooth signature—a unique identifier—to a car’s infotainment system spotted at a petrol pump two kilometers from the farmhouse. The car was registered to a retired army quartermaster.

She shut down the monitors. Outside her window, the lights of Chandigarh flickered—unaware of how close the darkness had come, or of the silent ghost in the machine that had stopped it.