Mark tried calling Adam. But his old number was out of reach. What could he do?
In the evening a call from an unknown number came to his mobile phone. He received the call, "Hello! Mark speaking. Who is this?"
"Mark, it is me, Adam."
"Wow. I have been trying your old number."
"Why?"
"Nothing, just memories and your son is with me."
"Really?" asked Adam.
"Yeah, come here to Belamundis at once and get your son."
Adam's voice sounded a bit relieved, "I hope he is all right with you. I am coming. Please do not let him slip."
Mark did not think it good to tell him about Matthew's bullet wound. So he said, "Just come here as soon as possible."
"What happened?" asked Adam.
"Your son is hospitalized. I can not say any more. Come as soon as possible."
Mark felt relieved too. He had been trying to call Adam ever since Veronica and her father came carrying Matthew's injured body. Quickly Mark joined Matthew in his private hospital. The doctor got the bullet out of his body. Matthew had bled excessively. For that every arrangement were done – he was supplied with blood. The doctor sighed with relief while coming out of the operation theatre. Mark and Veronica could barely sleep that night. Mark disliked Veronica's father because he was snoring on a bench. A few hours prior her father was asking Veronica to leave the place – leave this hospital as soon as possible with him. Mark heard it coincidentally. But Veronica was saying that she would not leave the place without saying good bye to Matthew.
After sometime Veronica's father came to Mark and sat beside him on the bench. His eyes were puffy from sleep. He rubbed his eyes and said, "It would be better if we do not inform the police."
"Why?" Mark objected. "It is a police case. Someone has shot my nephew. How can I sit silently not informing the police?"
The girl's father said, "You are kind enough to treat him first."
"No," interrupted Mark. "Not kind. It is just that I am rich enough that I have a private hospital for my plantation workers. I don't see where is the problem in informing the police about this case. Do you think that your girl will be in danger?"
"No, you misunderstand me. It is not that I or my daughter shot him. It is a mad psycho lady shot him. If we inform the police, then somehow the reporters will come here too. And the psycho killer will know that her job was not finished, that is, whom she had shot is still alive. In this way the boy's life is in danger."
Mark remained silent. This man has got a point. "True," he said after a moment. He could not disagree. "But I know some good police officers. They are my friends. They can write an FIR and keep it a secret."
"But can you guarantee that the subordinates of those officers will be silent and not inform the media men."
Mark nodded his head. He realized that he liked the girl's father's logic. Mark thanked him and called his manager of the hospital.
The manager, a middle height good looking man came to Mark and said, "Yes sir. You summoned me?"
"Yes, Amosh," said Mark and pointed toward a seat beside him. Amosh the manager sat beside him. "You know Amosh, my nephew; my best friend's son is under treatment here, in this hospital."
"Yes sir, it is a serious case, the doctor attending him told me."
"Hmm, some psycho killer had done this. I don't want to make a fuss of the situation. No staff goes out. No more patients are admitted in. If emergency case, keep them outdoor. And no journalist inside the hospital. Tell the security."