SHOOTOUT AT PAHARGANJ
By Neel Anil Panicker
Inspector Sharma eyed the corridor from behind the staircase walls.
The narrow ill lit pathway ended up in a single door that he was told led to a double room.
Opposite it were three other rooms__single, two on the left and one on the right.
‘Sir, they checked in last night_three men, and a woman,’ was all the informer had to offer.
There could be trouble, Sharma surmised. His fingers tightened on the triggers of the Glock semi automatic pistol.
He turned around and jabbed a finger at the bell boy.
It was the signal that the latter awaited.
He tiptoed past Sharma and stepped into the corridor, his right hand holding on to a tray with a tea pot and two cups.
From behind Sharma watched with baited breath.
It was the then that the unforeseen happened; the lights went off, the entire hotel plunged into darkness.
What happened after this is shrouded in mystery.
Which of the doors opened first, who fired the first shot, who escaped and how? Everything was a matter of conjecture.
A day later Inspector Sharma was suspended and charged for the cold blooded murder of three innocent civilians including a baby_six months old.
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