INDEX he frowned at the laptop screen. back of his mind a tick. somehow his concentration was not there one hundred. he pursed his lips and went back to the work at hand. coffee, he needed a cup of hot black coffee, fairly bitter. always worked. he reached for the phone. “asr,” lavanya stood at his door, pouting. she was looking good as usual, he liked that. at no time of day, evening, or night was la to be…
