Sameer checked the rearview mirror; the black Scorpio was still there. It was the same car which followed the girls and him back from their dinner the day before. From Moolchand flyover, he turned back and headed home. It may not be safe to see Nikhil Roy today.

The road in front of the house has a just swept look. Parking the car in the porch, he ran up the steps. Ammaji opened the door for him. The house was quiet. Too quiet.

"Where're the girls?"

"Woh Tania ...