CHAPTER forty-four
HUMAN WORLD
Four tinted official cars lined up before a building and seconds later the heavy thud of shoes could be heard marching into a club-house.
Hushed murmurings could be heard among the staff of nearby working organizations and the bold tattle-tale ones did very little to hide their curiosity and eagerness to say to whomever that cares to listen what they have seen.
“Isn’t that the commissioner of police along with some of his men?” one of them had asked as she struggled to stand tiptoe and see more as a tall man stood obstructing her view.
“Yes, that seems so...who knows what they have come to do in a club...” the other one added thoughtfully.
A few minutes later, the commissioner was seen coming out with his men. Armed policemen and women got back into the van, the sirens came on and they drove away.