“Should we raid and take it?”
“Yes.” He found the word leaving his mouth.
Faris cut the call.
Samar stared up at the hotel building, at Atharva’s window. The light was off. He strode into the hotel foyer and stopped at the Reception.
“Good evening, sir.”
“Is Atharva Kaul in his room?”
“The cards have been collected for the room, sir. I cannot confirm if he is or is not in his room.”
“Hmm… Iram H.?”
She checked her computer and looked up — “The cards for Iram H.’s room have not been collected, sir.”
“Hmm.”
Samar turned away and strode out again, unlocking his mobile.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?
“Outside Iram’s house in French Colony. Atharva and Iram drove here.”
“Are they both there?”
“Atharva left an hour ago.”
Samar turned and stared up at the window. Still dark.
“Not Iram?”
“No, she is still here.”
A second incoming call made him check the screen.
“Keep watch all night,” he ordered and switched calls — “Faris.”
“We got the equipment but there is a problem.”
“What?”
“The boys also picked up Adil.”
“Are you…” Samar grit his teeth. “Leave him.”
“He saw me.”
Fuck.He held his forehead.Fuck.
“I will send you the recording once we reach the base. Then we will leave him.”
“Ok. Don’t do anything more. Is he ok?”
“Yes. Knocked out.”
