"Mumbai Police!" I announced as I knocked Dru's door, with Amit, Jay and Captain Singh standing right behind me. "Open the door please."

Fifty seconds of clearly audible panicking later, Dru finally opened the door for us, "Y-yes?"

Dru was a dark, fat man with a goatee and short hair. He did look Azerbaijani, even though I had no idea what Azerbaijanis looked like.

"Mumbai Police, sir," I said. "We need to search your house and ask you some questions. We'll try to make it quick, sorry for disturbing."

Dru glanced at Singh, "Uh, o-okay, you can go ahead." He let us in.

"Alright let's get started," I said. "Search everything you see, and also everything you don't."

"Me and ASI Kapoor will search Jatin Malhotra's apartment," Captain Singh told me. "You can search this house."

"Alright, sir," I said as Amit and Captain Singh walked out the door.

"So what exactly are we searching for?" Jay asked.

"Heist equipment, amigo," I smiled. "Guns, explosives, ammo, gas, plans, maps, layouts of the bank, phone numbers, weird codes, you get the drift."

"I-I-I-I-I have nothing like that," Dru stammered. "You must be m-mistaken, Officer."

"You used too many I's, dude," I clicked my tongue. "You're definitely hiding an RPG in your toilet."

I started our search from the living room. I searched the sofa, the photos, the vases, the weird ceramic butt in the middle of the room, and even looked behind the television. I continued my search in the kitchen, going over every drawer, cupboard and shelf in there. After also looking inside the refrigerator, I searched both bedrooms, the bathroom, the toilet, storeroom, balcony, laundry room, but couldn't find anything. I even asked my assistants to open up the floor tiles for me but once again I didn't find shit. When I and Jay walked out of one of the bedrooms, we saw Amit and Captain Singh entering the apartment.

"We're done with our search at Mr. Malhotra's house, Detective," Captain Singh said. "Unfortunately, we didn't find anything."

"We searched everything, man," Amit told me. "I think that guy's clean."

"Same here, I think," I looked around one last time. "This doesn't... This doesn't feel right..."

"I understand, Khan," Captain Singh said. "It's okay, it's your first investigation. You'll get many more cases to solve, eventually."

"If you have any questions for Mr. Tiwari here, now is the time." Amit patted my shoulder.

I sighed. "Okay... Mr. Dhruv Tiwari?" I turned to face Dru and changed my voice to interrogation mode.

"Yes... sir?" Dru struggled to make eye contact.

"Why did you have a car parked near the South Mumbai National Depository for three whole days?" I demanded.

"I wo- I... I-I-I-"

"Mr. Tiwari," Captain Singh stepped in, "Take a deep breath, take it easy, and tell us about your car."

"Okay, sir," Dru took a long breath. "My uh, favourite street meat place is right near the bank. I always grab something from there before driving to work. For the past three days I've been on leave, and I-I guess it's more convenient having my car there because the bank is right in front of my house... But I realise my mistake and I'm sorry for doing that, in spite... of knowing... there's a time limit for parking there. I won't do it again."

Nobody said anything for the next ten seconds.

"Fair enough," I said as I put my sunglasses back on and got my car keys out. "Let's go, guys."

"ASI Khan," Captain Singh smiled. "I just want you to know that I'm happy that you tried, and I'm pleased with your dedication to the safety of this neighbourhood. Please see me at my office tomorrow morning, I have some other cases you might be interested in."

"Thank you very much, sir," I nodded. Captain Singh and Amit got in their car and drove away. I apologised to Dru for bothering him and making a mess in his house and ripping every tile off the floor and touching his ceramic butt, then Jay and I walked out.

"Let's go upstairs," I told Jay. "I wanna talk to you about something, we can discuss it in your apartment."

"Yes, we can!" Jay exclaimed. "You messed everything up back there, you idiot!"

"Shh!" I whispered. "Like I said, dude, we can talk in your apartment! We don't want the Azerbaijanis listening."

"Oh. Oh yeah, okay. Yeah, good call," Jay said as we climbed the stairs together. "Actually y'know actual Azerbaijanis are pretty decent people, just saying."

Jay opened the door to his apartment and went inside the kitchen to make coffee. I thanked him and looked at my watch. 7:56 pm already, I had totally lost track of time. He was back ten minutes later, a tray in his hands.

"So tell me," Jay sat down next to me, "What did you do back there?! You messed it up, bro. Big time. You didn't ask Dru anything, you just let him go! You didn't ask him about the missing number plate, you didn't ask him about all the phone calls he made, you didn't ask him about that new green SUV that's parked at the bank right now! What's going on, Fard?"

"Jay," I sipped my coffee as I made myself comfortable on Jay's awesome red sofa. "I think my C.O. is a, err, bank robber."

"What?!" Jay put his cup of coffee back on the table. "The Senior Inspector is a bad guy?"

"Seems like it, yes."

"I don't think so, Fard. He seems like a very nice man, to me at least. I mean, he appreciated your work, he helped you with the case, he's gonna assign you a new case to work on tomorrow, I don't exactly see the bank robber part of him."

"Back at the police station, when I was talking to him about the case, Jay, he said he would help me search Dru's apartment."

"Yes, and he did."

"Jay you don't get it! He said he would help me search Dru's apartment. Apartment! I never mentioned he lived in an apartment. He knew! And he said it!"

"Ohhhhhh... Shit, you're right. That is something."

"And he accompanied me on the search to protect Dru and Mr. Malhotra, and he's offering me other cases, so I stop thinking about this one! And-and he hasn't been assigning anyone parking duty for the last four days, to let the getaway SUV stand at the bank unnoticed! Four days ago was when Dru moved in here!"

"That's a very strong theory indeed. But what if the apartment thing was an honest mistake? Happens to people who're used to everyone living in apartments."

"Captain Singh lives in a bungalow near the beach, Jay."

"Blimey!"

"Please don't say that. Only English grandmas and Harry Potter are allowed to say that."