Synopsis

The mechanical laugh of the ride grated on him, a hollow counterpoint to the rising panic in his chest. He fumbled for his phone, a desperate plea for connection in the manufactured joy. A call, a fleeting moment of hope, and then the abrupt, brutal end. Thrown from the spinning contraption, his life extinguished. The CID traced the call – a banker, the recipient of that final, desperate communication. Soon, the banker lay dead in his office, a victim of violence mirroring the tragedy on the