CHAPTER 2 - The Case of the Untouched Coffee
CHAPTER 2 Inspector Ravi had met many kinds of people in his career, people who talked too much or who talked too little and the rare dangerous kind who said exactly the right amount. Asha Krishnamurthy, he decided within thirty seconds of their conversation, belonged to a fourth category entirely: people who noticed things no one else thought to question. He took another sip of the coffee she had handed him. Strong, balanced and not the kind one leaves untouched. “Come inside,” he said. Asha did not react with surprise or pride. She simply adjusted her saree pallu again and followed him, as though she had been invited into investigations her entire life. Inside Varadarajan’s house, the air had thickened into something between curiosity and discomfort. Relatives sat in clusters, whispering theories that sounded confident but were built on nothing more than imagination and boredom. Sundari, of course, had already upgraded herself from reporter to consultant. “Asha!” sh...
