80. To the Police Station

Anger, horror and guilt pulse through my veins as soon as I storm inside the police headquarter. I move my eyes around and observe that no one in particular has paid attention to me or Zoya. All the constables are busy in their respective tasks. I put Zoya down from my arms and hold her hand.

I amble forward and speak to the first policeman I encounter with. His eyes are glued to the computer screen in front. He's trying to stay awake, but his heavy eyelids are keep shutting down. Zoya stands beside me, observing her surroundings.

"There's a person inside the lockup named Ashar Hobsons. I filed the complaint against him." I begin speaking to get his attention.

"So?" He looks up at me with sleepy eyes.

"I want you to release him."

He chuckles, "Come back tomorrow." He ruffles his buttercream blond hair lazily, "It's late."

"Listen." I persist, "He has been in the lock up since three days on a false complaint. He is innocent."

He rolls