Mumbai — Xxx

She slid a waterproof pouch under his palm. The ledger. But she also added a Polaroid photo. He flipped it. It was his own face, taken that morning as he left his safehouse in Colaba.

He didn't run. He walked.

But tonight, the hunter had become the hunted. A rival faction had tipped off the Mumbai Crime Branch. As XXX’s SUV merged onto the JJ Flyover, three unmarked police interceptors boxed him in. Sirens blared, red and blue strobing against the grey sky. xxx mumbai

"The berry pulao is cold tonight," she said. She slid a waterproof pouch under his palm