Down a dirt road, a gang of gunmen herded five men to a river’s edge and ordered them to kneel down. It was around 8 pm on November 1 and the staccato report of automatics broke the nightly silence. The slain men were Hindu Bengali vegetable sellers. In about 30 minutes, leaflets denouncing the cold-blooded killings circulated in Tinsukia, an eastern Assam town with a sizeable number of Bengalis living and trading there since the British era. And several groups in Assam—some leaning right—declared a bandh. Isn’t it a bit too fast that somebody dashed to the remote spot where the bodies lay, informed a contact in Tinsukia, who then called a press (still open around then) and got the leaflets printed—all in 30 minutes? Did somebody know the sinister plot, then?