Chapter 63 · for subscribers
Eleven crates on one open requisition. A girl's packet off a sealed door in Mahim, a bundle of ledgers a court escort believed was a laboratory's job register, a wedding photographer's plate camera, and since four o'clock that afternoon a scratched disc off a terrace in Lalbaug. Nothing in the bag had been stolen. Everything in it had been collected.
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