She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf.
A group of men was huddled together at her back. She could hear that they were discussing something in urgent important whispers. Despite talking in low voices, they had the attention of crowd of the café. Some of the lucky people who have managed to occupy a table were even standing to get a glimpse of the proceedings of the group. However, Itika was oblivious to the commotion.