Raga’s footsteps echoed steadily down the corridor leading to Devandra’s office. The black folder in his hand felt heavier than usual, as if the papers inside carried the weight of a ticking bomb. He drew in a sharp breath before knocking.

“Come in,” Devandra’s voice called—flat, but tinged with alertness.

Raga pushed open the door. Inside, Devandra stood with his back to the desk, arms crossed, staring out the tall glass window. A drizzle painted the city lights into streaks of silver against the pane.

“There’s been a development, sir,” Raga said, placing the folder on the polished table.

Devandra turned, his gaze narrowing. “Show me.”

Raga opened the folder,...