“I REALISE THIS IS A difficult time for you, Mr Bhaskar,” Nathan said once they had settled in a cafe down the road from the morgue, and the waitress had supplied them with a pot of tea. “And I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, but can you tell us where you were yesterday lunchtime, at the time of the robbery?”
If he thought the question was being asked because the detective thought he was involved in the murder of his wife and mother, Vikram Bhaskar didn’t let it bother him. In a voice that was flat, as if he was afraid to let go the control he had over his emotions, he said, “I was at the cash-and-carry, and then I was at temple; I can provide you with the receipt, and Ibn Hanifa, he’s the Brahmin, can confirm I was at temple.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Nathan assured him quickl
