SANTOSH LAY PROPPED up on his hospital bed, with Jack, Nisha, and Neel at his bedside. A nurse popped in to check his blood pressure and temperature then left. It had taken almost an entire day for him to emerge from his near-dead state.
“You really need to stop landing up in hospital,” joked Jack, going on to tell Santosh of the timely intervention that had stopped him from dying.
“How did you know your approach would work?” Santosh asked Neel.
“There is significant research on this subject,” replied Neel. “A case in point is the ordinary garden worm. Research shows that ninety-nine percent of garden worms die within twenty-four hours of exposure to temperatures just above freezing point. But if they are first deprived of oxygen, their survival rate is almost ninety-seven percent. Upon rewarming and reintroduction of oxygen, the worms reanimate and show normal life spans.”
Santosh thanked him with a nod. “And now we find ourselves in the lion’s den,” he said.
He looked at Nisha. After just two days off looking after Maya she’d insisted on returning to work—ignoring Jack and Neel, who’d urged her to spend more time with Maya—and she looked exhausted.
“How is Maya?” asked Santosh.
“She’s being looked after at the Oberoi,” said Nisha, flashing a tired but grateful smile at Jack.
“Little Miss Gandhe could charm the birds out of the trees,” laughed Jack. “She already has the entire staff wrapped around her little finger.”
“I can’t imagine what she’s been through,” said Santosh.
Nisha dropped her eyes. A sympathetic, respectful silence fell across the room. “She needs me at night but otherwise she doesn’t want to talk about it. She’s repressing it. Outwardly she seems fine. Like Jack says, she gives the appearance of having the time of her life, and yet she witnessed Heena’s murder. She was tied up—on the point of being assaulted by Roy. I can’t even begin to comprehend what that might do to a little girl.”
“Children are very resilient,” said Santosh. “More so than adults.”
“I hope so,” said Nisha quietly.
“And now you’re in the position of having had contact with the killer,” said Santosh.
“I saw him briefly on the drive. He was running away.”
“But you’ve formed the opinion that he’s a vigilante?”
“Yes. We’ve been assuming that it’s some kind of organized crime war going on. But what if we were talking about a personal vendetta? What if this were the family of one of the victims? What he said to Maya suggests someone driven by a desire to do…”
“Good?” said Santosh.
“In his mind at least, yes.”
“Saving Maya was a humane act, but even hit men have a moral code,” said Jack.
“It’s not just that. It’s his interest in the essay, not to mention his MO.”
“You said yourself, the gruesome murders could be a warning,” Santosh reminded her.
Jack cut in. “I gotta say, I’m warming to Nisha’s theory. The Godfather movies get it right: when organized crime cleans house they do it in one fell swoop. Boom, boom, boom. Not one at a time like this, giving the enemy time to regroup and prepare. You said yourself, Santosh, that Thakkar’s increased his security.”
“So have Jaswal and Chopra,” said Neel. “Whatever our killer’s motives, he has the great and the good of Delhi in a spin.”
“It couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch,” said Nisha tartly, earning a penetrating look from Santosh.
“There are armed guards in this very hospital, too,” noted Jack. “No doubt here to look after Dr. Arora. They’ve all got them. Nisha’s right, Santosh, this is a rogue agent we’re dealing with here.”
“Then the motive is revenge, and we must work out who is the killer’s next victim,” said Santosh.
“In the meantime, I’m not comfortable leaving you here,” said Jack. “It seems we’re investigating on two fronts now: a vengeful serial killer and an organ-harvesting operation—and they’re as defensive as each other. Someone tipped off Ibrahim about you. What’s to stop them having another go?”
“I’ll be on my guard, Jack,” said Santosh. “But for the time being here is where I want to be. What are your plans?”
Jack pushed his hands into his jeans pockets and stood thinking for a moment, chewing his lip. “I think it’s about time I had a word with our friend Mohan Jaswal.”
The Private team went to leave but Santosh called Nisha back. She hung by the door, unwilling to meet his eye.
“It’s not just Maya who went through an ordeal the other day, is it?” said Santosh, pulling himself up in bed a little.
“You almost lost your life.”
“That’s not what I mean, and I think you know it.”
“She’s alive and unharmed, that’s the important thing. If only I could say the same for Heena.”
“For Maya things could have been much worse.”
Anger flashed across her face. “You don’t say.”
But Santosh plowed on. “Things could have been worse if not for the intervention of the killer. I can’t be the only one who feels that if this killer is targeting the men behind an organ-harvesting scheme, and if he’s killing the likes of Amit Roy, then maybe he’s doing the world a favor.”
And now she was rolling her eyes. “Oh God, not you as well. I got this from Sharma. He went as far as to insinuate that the killer and I were in league together.”
“You’re an excellent shot, Nisha.”
“It was dark. What if I’d killed him? What if I’d killed him and he turned out not to be the killer but a burglar who was in the wrong place at the wrong time?”
“We have to stop him, Nisha. The fact that he saved Maya cannot have a bearing on that.”
“I know,” she said tightly. “Can I go now, please, and get on with the business of trying to catch him?”
“Just as long as you are,” he said.
And now she rounded on him. “You’re sounding fairly sanctimonious for someone who sat on evidence! We knew Arora had links to the bodies at Greater Kailash and we haven’t done a thing about it. For all your talk about cutting off the head of the snake, we’ve done precious little cutting of any description, and in the meantime more people have died, and my little girl…”
For Nisha that was as much as she could take. Choking on her words, she wheeled, snatched open the treatment-room door and stormed out, leaving Santosh alone.
“I’m sorry,” he told the empty room, judged by the silence.