ALL AT SEA
By Neel Anil Panicker
“Honorable Sir, I warmly welcome you to my ship.”
Warm welcome? My foot. A murder’s occurred and the bastard’s grinning from ear to ear__baring his gold embossed teeth.
Inspector Sharma inspected the man: Mid-fifties, balding, with floral panoramic patterns clinging to near exposed skin adorned by gold embellishments all over that together he surmised, could easily weigh over a couple of kilos.
“Sir, I am Frederick D’ Souza, the captain…”
‘Cut the crap. Where’s the body?’
“Sir…sir…the body… err it was here…i mean it isn’t now…It…”
Inspector Sharma felt as if a huge boulder had dropped onto his chest. He felt dizzy. With enormous effort he raised his hands up and held onto to a metallic beam that circled the upper deck.
His free hand felt the gun strapped to his waist.
The bastard! A multi-millionare aging heiress on a ’round the world’ odyssey was found murdered on this ship and its owner was saying that the body had disappeared.
“Sir, the sharks…they ate her. I saw it…”
Inspector Sharma wasn’t sure whom he hated the most___the man, the ‘dead’ heiress or, the sharks.
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