Commissioner Buxi is warm in his introduction. “Lahiri,” he addresses the inspector, “meet Assistant Commissioner Venkatraman on a transfer to Kolkata from Chennai. He has made quite a name for himself with murder cases there.” The warmth makes its effect felt in the smiles and the handshakes. It seems all honey and sugar. He likes it that way. Buxi looks at him. “You may have your first case here, Venkatraman.” “I got a suicide case three days ago.” No preamble for the inspector. “Young girl. But I am not happy with the verdict. The girl was like a bird, sir.

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