IT WAS VIKRAM BHASKAR’S brother, Ravi, who Stone discovered in the small reception. He was in the centre of the eight foot by eight foot square, a newspaper rolled up tight in his hand, and anger creasing his face; his eyes bored into Nathan like twin lasers as he walked through the security door.
“Good morning, Mr Bhaskar, I understand you want to see me,” Nathan said.
It quickly became clear that Ravi Bhaskar was in no mood for casual pleasantries, or even for common courtesies. He ignored the hand that Nathan held out to him and thrust the newspaper towards the inspector. “Have you seen this?” he demanded angrily, the paper he was holding waving back and forth as his hand shook.
Curious, and with no idea what to expect, Nathan took the newspaper from Ravi Bhaskar, which wasn’t easy s
