"Hmm, what do we have here?" I went inside for a closer look. "Two M4 carbines, single-shot. Two 9mm semi-automatic pistols. Ah, white smoke, that always works. Fragmentation grenade, high-power plastic explosives, combat knives, ski masks, tuxedos, another goddamn one of Dru's ceramic butts, and a whooole bunch of interesting papers to look at."

"Wow... Wow..." Jay jumped with joy. "Fard! We did it!"

"Ah look, it's the layout of the bank, the entire building," I said as I looked through the files. "A bunch of photographs, mm-hmm, seems like our suspects were really interested in the bank's ventilation system. And... aha! There it is!"

"What is it?"

"M.P. Senior Inspector Dalbir Singh was promised 20% cut. We caught him, Jay. My boss is a criminal, it's like a dream come true."

After spending around five minutes making notes and carefully clicking photos of the papers and the robbery equipment and the ceramic butts, Jay and I left the apartment and saw Mr. Malhotra coming up the stairs.

"What the hell is going on here, Jay?" he demanded.

"Police! Freeze!" I aimed my gun at him, and he put his hands up. "Jatin Malhotra, you are under arrest."

"Fard!" Jay yelled as I put the cuffs on Mr. Malhotra. "I see Dru down on the road, he's making a run for it!"

"I'm not letting that fat bastard get away," I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. "Mumbai PD! Stop where you are!"

"Fard!" I heard Jay yell. "You forgot your phone!"

"Jay, keep an eye on Jatin!" I yelled as I ran after Dru. "I'll be right back!"

Dru sprinted across the sidewalk, shoving people aside and throwing trash bags at me as I chased him. I was running as fast as I possibly could, slowly gaining on him, until he threw himself to the right, into an alley, and disappeared.

I started my search for him in the alley, my gun in my hands and my right index on the trigger. I looked around, he was nowhere to be seen. Dozens of trash bags lying around, a big garbage dump, a maintenance panel, but no sign of Dru.

"Central, W14, 23, I'm in pursuit of suspect on foot, at South Mumbai bank. Send backup immediately!"

"Dispatch, backup needed for a 10-80 in progress at South Mumbai National Depository. All other patrols in the area, move in to respond."

I looked at the garbage dump. It seemed big enough for a fat guinea pig to fit inside, so Dru must definitely be in there. He had to be there, there was nowhere else for him to go.

"I know you're in there, you maggot," I said as I slowly approached the garbage dump. "It's over now."

I grabbed the lid handle with my left hand, and prepared to open it. I could feel my heart pounding hard in my chest as I tightened my grip on the handle. On three, I thought, One, two... three!

I opened the dump and stumbled backwards, still aiming at the lid.

He wasn't in there.

Suddenly someone leapt at me from behind, knocking me off my feet. Both of us fell down on the floor, and my gun flew the other way. It was Dru. He banged my head with the lid of a garbage bin, punched me in the face twice with his fat Azerbaijani hands, and kicked me hard in the chest right into the dump. I was stuck, and in pain, too weak to help myself out.

"You're an idiot, ASI," Dru smirked as he picked up my gun from the floor. "If you could've just listened to your S.H.O. and stayed away."

"Why are, ugh... Why are you not stuttering anymore?" I managed.

"I'm going to put a nice, clean hole in your head now," Dru aimed my gun at me. "Any last words?"

"My boss is an asshole," I let out a weak laugh.

"Goodbye, Detective."