Chapter 5Sanjay was driving with Mary. He pulled up outside the Sharma residence, a spacious detached villa in Burnside. The clock on their car's dashboard showed ten-twenty. Feet crunching on the gravel path, they approached the front door.
“Who's there?” a cautious voice enquired in response to the doorbell, a man's outline was barely discernible through the opaque glass door.
“Mr Sharma, it's the police, Detective Sergeant Guptar and Detective Constable McKenzie. Can we please come in and talk to you?” The door opened a fraction, while still secured on a chain.
Sanjay presented his warrant card for inspection.
“What's this all about? What are you doing calling at this time? Is it the shop?” the man asked, his voice hesitant.
“Please can we come in so we can talk to you?” Sanjay ask
