Thirty Five | The Pomato Inspector

I immediately rushed to the police station along with Akansha who seemed to have turned pale in fear.

"Sir, Neil Parker.", I said as I stood in front of the inspector's desk.

Mr. Inspector seemed too disgusted of life as he spoke to someone over his mobile phone and gestured me to sit.

I could translate what he was saying,

"Yes! I heard. I will get one kilogram of tomatoes and one kilogram of potatoes! Now keep the phone!", Saying so he hung up the call and finally looked at me.

"Yes! What do you want?!", He said in the perfect Bengali ascent.

"Sir, that's what we are asking. Someone from here called us and told us there was a FIR against Neil.", Akansha said in Hindi.

"Ah! Neil Parker? Yes. Come on, into the lock up", He said standing up casually as if he was asking me for a cup of tea.

"Excuse me? Why would I? What are the allegations?", I asked him standing up.

"Oh yes! That foreign girl came and complained that you have harassed her. So there you need to get in. Come on. Don't was