“Sunny, I know where my bike is.”
“Great! Police found your bike.” Sunny got excited.
“No. Last Sunday night, I had little too much to drink, so someone gave me a lift home. I went to bed and forgot everything. My bike probably is in parking lot of that same pub.” Rohan explained.
“Wow! Dude, police is going to be mad. Do one thing. Put on your mask. Pick up your bike and park it safely next to tea shop near that police station and then come home.” Sunny convinced him.
Rohan did as planned. They waited for a phone call from police station till evening, then visited the tea shop. Bike was not there.
“Oops!” Sunny was embarrassed. “Well, now police won’t know you filed a fake missing bike complaint.”
“Run for your life.” Rohan was fuming with anger.