1, 2, 3! BOOM! My chest rose up and down in a blink of an eye. One doctor was giving CPR while another one took a torch and lighted it straight to my eyes. My head bleeding profusely, right arm broken. Everything was in a blur. The heart pumping pain instead of blood. I look at my hands burned, skin peeling off. The more I wanted to see what is happening, the more my eyes closed. My heart signals wavering up and down. I began my day by replaying the hospital scene once again in my head. The rays of the sun was shining brightly through the window.
Shortly after breakfast, I was joined by Salim. We were going to the police station. ’Good morning sir.’ We began narrating the strange incidents that happened to the Inspector. ‘Oh that was a very hard case to solve those days. No evidence of a bomb or short circuit was found. The lack of information led to the closing of case. ’ Salim was disappointed. The hope of finding the truth diminished. ‘if you want, I can suggest you over to a person. He works unofficially yet I believe he can bring light upon this.’ The Inspector had extended a hand of help because he was a friend of Salim.
The next morning we headed off to the address. We were utterly confused at the address. That place had an unpleasant air. Violence…. More than being addressed as Abbey Street, the place was described as the home of violence. The place where a lot of gangsters and criminals lived. How can such an officer live there?
We knocked at the door twice before it was opened by an old woman about 60 years of age and a pleasant smile. ‘Please come in. Sir is up there in the library.’ The woman said. It was a surprise that she didn’t ask who we are or any such details. The house gave off an extremely different vibe. The house was calm and warm. The interior was simple yet elegant and the walls were filled with colourful paintings. As we entered the library, we saw a young man of about 30 years of age, dark hair and fair skin giving off vibes of masculinity and glory sitting on a rocking chair with his eyes closed and an open book on his chest. We decided to not disturb him and was about to leave the library, when a deep, husky voice said, ‘Good morning gentlemen. How are you?’ We turned back only to find him in the same position with his eyes closed. ‘We are good sir. How are you?’ He replied, ‘I am not so great gentlemen. Today is going to be a tough day I feel. Tell me, why are you here?’ He slowly opened his eyes which was beautifully lit and had a faint smile.
Slowly Salim started narrating the entire incident. After hearing all the details, he said he would like to visit the house. He searched the place thoroughly. He said, ‘Seems like nothing is wrong. Humans experience hallucinations and it’s just normal. So don’t worry about it.’ A shocked Salim asked, ‘what about the black liquid?’ ‘Did you watch a horror movie the day before the incident?’ Salim answered, ‘Yes I did.’ ‘It’s your brain making you believe that you saw something which didn’t even exist.’ He answered.
The unofficial man said to me ‘I know who planned the blast. It’s YOU. Your parents were part of robbery that happened in Berlin. The police had launched a search for them and their punishment was life imprisonment. You couldn’t see your parents suffering life imprisonment and moreover you couldn’t look after your small sister as you didn’t have a source of income. Even though your parents had stored money in secret, the police would seize it and you won’t be able to use. Hence you planned to burn down the house with petrol, with the hope that everyone will perish. But you survived. You made up a story to Salim because you found the petrol cans in the attic when you came here and you needed time to remove it. Otherwise your finger prints will be extracted from it and you will be held the culprit’ He held out a half burned Deutsche Mark and said, ‘this helped me to find the truth. Moreover Salim was even more interested to find the truth than you.’
Before he left, I asked, ‘Sir, will you handover me to the police?’ ‘I am no one to judge your action. You are right from your point of view and wrong in front of the law.’ ’What is your name sir?’ He put on his hat and said, ‘My name is Marcus.’
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