A Suspicious Husband
- Writers Pouch
- Jan 21, 2017
- 6 min read
16th August 2007
It was a rainy morning when Govind was resting beside the window reading a newspaper. He was enjoying the weather and having some Upma, which his neighbour had just made. Through his window, Govind saw a police officer reach his building. Puzzled, he opened the door and waited. To his surprise, the officials stopped a few floors before.
Intrigued, Govind went down the stairs. As he approached, he could see the neighbours and the building secretary gathered. Passing by them, he heard their whispers that possibly predicated every use case that could have happened. The obese Inspector in his fifties stood before them, panting after three floors of stairs. He looked agitated and covered his mouth with a handkerchief. Noticing someone at his shoulder, the Inspector turned to gaze at Govind.
As the Inspector’s face enlightened, Govind greeted, “Good morning, Inspector!”
“Good morning, Detective Govindam… I mean Govind sir… it’s a surprise to see you here,” muttered the Inspector.
With a smirk, Govind asked, “I live on the sixth floor here. What seems to be the issue?”
Glancing around, the Inspector explained, “The housemaid called us saying her employer’s wife was shot dead. We took the employer into our custody, and as usual, he claims he didn’t kill her.”
From a distance, Mr Vijay shouted, “Detective, please help me! These guys do not believe me…She did not even budge when I shot her.”
His complaint was immediately silenced by the accompanying constables standing before him. Govind saw Mr Vijay’s eyes dilated, which shows he was scared and worried about it. He had known this guy for the past few years, and he did not seem capable of such a crime.
