Chapter 11:// Eating out
The biggest problem with meeting in a fast-food joint, was where to hide away the cobra. Bhai Sharan sent her off to the alley, with explicit orders not to bite anyone. No reason working for free, after all.
He stepped inside the place and got a few glances, for his exotic look. But nothing more. Except one, who had met his gaze and was sweating profusely.
The man waiting was old, important. He wore a suit and was sitting in a booth, sipping on one of those tall cups of coke. He was totally out of place, but then again, who was Bhai Sharan to judge?
He sat across the man, whose eyes darted around. “You weren’t followed?” he said nervously.
Bhai Sharan sat straight and eyed the man, with his single eye. “Of course not,” he said coldly. “So, first part is done.
