The detective.

The' fixed expert' was a man in hurry.He came , saw and pronounced without as much as a glance at the likely places of hidden cameras , that there was nothing to unearth and it was i who was suffering from pshycological problems!Did i call him to fix the bug or fix a shrink for me?

He was so well coached to parrot these lines that they tumbled out in torrents [ lest he forget the exact lines]within 5 minutes flat of his furitive appearance at my door, a small and fidgety man with a red tilak on his forehead establishing his credentials as being a trustworthy 'hindu' to me as against a suspicious muslim , introducing himself as 'Pazhani' the private, detective the call that got transferred a day back.

This shifty stooge with restless eyes pocketed a cool 740 rs out of my kitty,very expansively allowing a discount, of 10 rs,as i had counted the change wrongly, for vomitting this dialogue diagonising me on the spot as a nut which even an pshychiatrist wouldn't ,without what he was supposed to do. viz meticulously sweeping the place as real pro would , and enacting this shoddy script of the project managers of 'Agraharam Jarawah', which was also not original but the result of eveasdropping into the conversations with my family that is dominated by this sordid episode[economising, cutting costs, by making the target herself pay for this borrowed brain wave] , before darting out with the obvious relief of a rat let out of its trap.