Wrong Key — Part 2
The large man’s name was Baldev. Priya learned this in the first sixty seconds — the smaller one called it out when he thought she wasn’t paying attention to them at all.
She was.
Baldev had taken three steps into the room, slow, the way a man moves when he wants you to understand that he is not hurrying because he doesn’t need to. He had looked at the candles. He had looked at the music still playing from her phone on the bedside table. He had looked at her in the ivory saree, which was designed for a different evening entirely, and his smile had the quality of a man who considers himself lucky.