Arun Verma

“It was Inspector Hewitt. “You’ve got goose-bumps,” he said, looking at me attentively. “Best go sit in the car.” He had already reached the far side of the bridge before he turned back. “There’s a blanket in the boot,” he said, and then vanished in the shadows. I felt my temper rising. Here was this man—a man in an ordinary business suit, without so much as a badge on his shoulder—dismissing me from the scene of a crime that I had come to think of as my very own. After all, hadn’t I been the first to discover it? Had Marie Curie been dismissed after discovering polonium? Or radium? Had someone told her to run along? It simply wasn’t fair.”
― Anonymous