Movers and shakers

PART ONE Manohar Patel was very pleased with himself. He had arrived in Mumbai, as a scrawny fourteen year old, who couldn’t speak a word of English. Now, thirty five years later, he still couldn’t speak too many words in English, but, he had made his mark on the city, he thought, rubbing his round…

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Birdie on the railway line….

Mr. Pai pushed his way into the three-tier AC compartment of the night train from Mumbai to Mangalore, looking for seat number 41. He was a stout, elderly gentleman, who had just retired from government service, and was looking forward to a comfortable final innings. His ancestral home in Mangalore was finally divided into two…

The early bird….

PART ONE 7 pm, A posh club, Bandra. Two middle-aged men sat at a corner table, savouring their single-malt. They acknowledged passers-by, but didn't encourage conversation, because they had important business to discuss. "Who delivers documents by hand, these days? Haven't they heard of e-mail?" asked the man with the pot-belly. "Haan bhai, but e-mails…

Pin a tail….

I’m being followed. I know the feeling….the back of my neck is tingling, and I keep wanting to turn back, and look. Of course, I don’t. First rule of counter-surveillance: Don’t let your tail know that you’ve spotted them. Last month, Milli almost got us killed, because she didn’t spot a tail. We’ve all become…