The Case Of The Clever Pimp

1. The Case Of The Clever Pimp

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The man was either demented or was just pretending to be one.

In a professionally conducted sting ray operation, he had been caught, carrying out a very high scale prostitution ring.

He was the chief of this ring, but this was no ordinary pimp. His clientele ranged from rich businessmen to the very wealthy, or at least that was what his modus operandi suggested. The stakeout over the last few days had yielded evidence of clients arriving and going in flashy high priced cars into a five-star hotel, in town.

It had all begun on a Saturday, two weeks back, when the CID headquarters had received a tip off on the prostitution ring, by anonymous mail. A raid was immediately planned and a sting task force was set in motion. The hotel was monitored and the man apprehended with enough evidence for a conviction.

At the opportune time officers had raided the room and arrested the girl and the pimp, who had dropped her here, as he was leaving the hotel.

It was well planned and the raid had gone off well, but now, there was a problem. This man had refused to talk or answer any questions. He just kept repeating one sentence, namely that, he wanted to meet the Head of Prosecution within the next 48 hours and that he would only speak with him.

Chief Inspector Saeed, under whom this case was assigned, opened the scanty file, pertaining to this case, which was lying on his table. He quickly read through the details about the anonymous letter that had arrived at CID headquarters a few days back and the subsequent sting operation and its results.

Yesterday, the operation had gone into effect. No sooner than the man had entered the hotel, a team of plain clothes policemen had surrounded t...

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..., gesturing that the meeting was over.

Hanif shook off the police officer’s grasp upon his shoulder with a shrug, and stood up calmly, holding his hands in front of him, he allowed himself to be handcuffed and walked towards the door.

“Mr. Balushi, I do not know if you have taken any note of what I have said, but I urge you to please be serious about our meeting, and call the number now, because consequences will really be dire if you don’t,” Hanif said at the door and left.

Balushi felt a chill creeping up his spine. He could not figure out whether the chill was from fear or from curiosity or from dealing with, what he now believed to be a completely stupid if not insane man.

He stared at the piece of paper for a long time, and then reasoned that maybe he should report this matter to his boss. Picking up the piece of paper he ventured out of the room.