Chapter 7 · free to read
7:04 PM they took Vikram Sethi out in irons. 7:08 PM a photograph of this gate arrived on a phone number nobody had.
She had been watching it all evening. She had recognised her son's shirt in the fourth row of the courtroom.
He had detained Sethi under his own name that morning. He was already spending what that name was worth.
He had been there since five. He had made no attempt whatsoever not to be seen.
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