Armaan Verma fixed a lethal gaze on his legal adviser. Despite ten months of searching, the man had yet to uncover the crucial information Armaan needed. Beads of perspiration dotted the older man’s forehead and upper lip—visible signs of his terror. And rightly so, thought Armaan, considering the emotional turmoil he’d endured during these past months.
“No sightings of her in the last two months,” the adviser reported. “The most recent record places her at a party in Delhi.” Kamal Mishra, a fifty-year-old who’d faithfully served Verma Industries for a decade, eyed his employer warily.
“How difficult can it be to find a woman?” Armaan’s voice thundered. “Especially someone as promiscuous as Janani Trivedi.” The name left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. “We’re closing in on her, Mr. Verma.”