The Shooter Died First It was 4 a. m. in the chilly morning, but the goosebumps were not from the cold air. The screams were louder than the music coming from the speakers. The corridor outside room no. 104 of Dorm-16 was crowded with students; soon the faculty members started arriving. Window panes were painted with splashes of red. Within no time the police arrived and evacuated the place. It took Rakesh an hour to reach the crime scene from his house. A drowsy Rakesh entered the room, rubbing his eyes, but was soon completely awake looking at the crime scene. “What happened here? ” Rakesh asked. “Sir, it appears that the guy sitting on the chair shot his friend who was sleeping and then shot himself, ” replied sub-inspector Suresh. “Any witnesses? ” “No sir, the door was bolted from inside, and the students broke it open. ” “Any evidence? ” “Not as of now, sir. ” The human mind usually tends to neglect the basic facts when the assumed truth is evident. Rakesh cou...