And once he had finished his snack and disposed of the takeout box, he washed the chutney off his hands and checked beneath his manicured nails and between his teeth for any telltale residue. Keeping this in mind, he was careful not to get any incriminating grease spots on his clothes. Still, the fifty-one-year-old detective shuddered to think what his wife would say if she found out he was eating between meals-especially “outside” food that had not been prepared by her own hands (or at least by one of the servants). He derived a perverse sense of satisfaction from defying Dr. Puri considered the doctor’s stern warning as he sank his teeth into another hot, crispy pakora and his taste buds thrilled to the tang of salty batter, fiery chili and the tangy red chutney in which he had drowned the illicit snack. “Blood pressure is up, so chance of heart attack and diabetes is there.
Mohan had “intimated” to him at his last checkup that he could no longer afford to indulge himself with the usual Punjabi staples.
Puri was supposed to be keeping off the fried foods and Indian desserts he so loved. Vish Puri, founder and managing director of Most Private Investigators Ltd., sat alone in a room in a guesthouse in Defence Colony, south Delhi, devouring a dozen green chili pakoras * from a greasy takeout box.
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