murder

... eyes of the  s h o were shut,  cigarette   pressed between lips and legs stretched out,  his fingers of both hands tapping  on the table,  his chair  was pushed a bit backwards to accommodate his paunch,  there was a bottle without label under the table,  a wine glass resting next to the unlabeled  drink,  the bottle contained  red liquid half filled,  perhaps  it was honey,  because it was a police station it was certainly honey and nothing else 

Suddenly the phone bell rang shrilly  in a parrot  s sound,  the attitude  of fun from the  s h o jamshed s style  quickly changed,  that  air and mood of fun was the result of the honey and  nothing to do in office,  constantly shrieking phone  was disturbing,  scowls appeared on his face,  cigarette was crushed into the ashtray,  he glared at the  noisy phone  and a few undesirable undescribable words escaped from his lips,  modify swinging his hand he picked up the phone,   within one minute tge he shut down the call,  he was stripped of his  enjoyment and the fun mood , he was  blabbering 

He called out roughly   hey you  chaprassi sitting there outside 

Yes sir,  the peon stood before him 

Where is inspector shakil

In his room 

Send him here

A few minutes later  shakil was there  

Who is Ronald 

Footballer sir, very popular and world famous