Arjun’s voice crackled back, breathless. "Suspects detained. Handler is… he’s just a kid, Harjit. Nineteen years old. Engineering dropout."
And one of them was holding a satellite phone.
"Listen closer," she whispered.
Sub-Inspector Arjun Singh slammed a paper file on her desk. "Dead end, Harjit. My informants are spooked. The ground is dry."
"No," Harjit zoomed in. "There’s a farmhouse there. Off the grid. But CMS doesn't need signal—it needs presence . Look." cms punjab police
She fed the IMEI of that Android into CMS’s predictive mobility engine. The system cross-referenced cell tower pings, public CCTV feeds, and railway reservation data. Within ninety seconds, a red line appeared on the map.
Harjit looked at the face on her screen, captured by the drone. He looked terrified. Lost. Arjun’s voice crackled back, breathless
Tonight, it was hunting a ghost.