Ben Hope. Scott Mariani

she was reimagining the scene from that night. ‘When I arrived in Delhi, I’d never seen him so miserable and depressed. He felt like nobody was listening to him, he felt betrayed by Samarth who seemed to just want to accept what the police were saying at face value, and he was frantic at the idea that Kabir was lying somewhere badly hurt and suffering, maybe even dying. I wish I’d never suggested it now, but I had the idea that going out for a meal together that evening might cheer him up. There’s a big food district only about twenty minutes’ walk from here, with a lot of great restaurants. He was reluctant at first, but then agreed that a walk and a nice dinner out would do him good. We never got there.’

      Brooke choked up as she finished speaking, and had to pause for a few moments as she dabbed her eyes. She took another long sip of her scotch. Ben wished she’d stop drinking. She clasped the glass with both hands in her lap and stared at it, shaking her head. Her eyes were pink and brimming again. She was gripping the glass so tightly that Ben was afraid it would break and cut her. ‘Oh God, what’s going to happen to him?’

      ‘You don’t want to focus on those kinds of thoughts,’ Ben said. ‘You need to believe he’s all right.’

      She flashed her tearful eyes on him. ‘You know perfectly well you’re only saying that. Don’t try to bullshit me. He’s either dead already or he’s sitting in some dark hole, absolutely terrified out of his mind. He’s not strong, Ben. He’ll fall apart under this kind of strain.’

      Ben leaned forward and reached out, gently took the glass from her fingers and laid it on the coffee table in front of her. ‘So what did he say?’ he prompted her softly.

      Brooke closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. After a few more moments she was collected enough to resume the story.

      ‘It was as we were walking. It was a lovely evening, cool and peaceful. I’d hoped a stroll would relax him, but he couldn’t stop going over and over the whole thing, about how too little was being done to find his brother, and how he was absolutely certain that this wasn’t just some random bandit attack as everyone thought. I said to him, “Amal, how can you really be so sure it wasn’t?” Like you, I thought maybe the police were actually right and that Amal should listen to Samarth. I couldn’t bear to see him torturing himself that way. But then he stopped walking, and he turned to me in the middle of the street, and he looked at me and said, “There’s something else about Kabir. Something I know that I haven’t told you, or anyone. It changes everything.”’

      Ben asked, ‘Something, like what?’

      Brooke slowly shook her head. ‘I wish I knew.’

      ‘He didn’t say?’

      ‘I could tell he wanted to, but couldn’t bring himself to. It was gnawing at him.’

      Ben frowned. ‘Not even a hint?’

      ‘I only know what little I was able to get out of him. He said that Kabir called him a few days before leaving on his trip, very excited, and confided something really important. Not just your typical run-of-the-mill secret. Something huge.’

      ‘If the trip was related to his work, this archaeological project you said he was working on, then presumably this piece of information relates to that as well?’

      ‘It’s a fair assumption.’

      ‘In which case, what are the possibilities?’

      Brooke shrugged. ‘Archaeologists dig stuff up. Maybe Kabir did, too.’

      ‘A discovery? Of what?’

      ‘I don’t know, Ben. You tell me.’

      Ben mulled it over for a moment or two, then decided that it was all too vague to even try to speculate about. ‘And Amal thought this secret, or discovery, or whatever it is, of Kabir’s might have had some bearing on the reason for the attack?’

      Brooke nodded. ‘That was why he was so convinced it wasn’t just some random incident. But whatever it is, Kabir had made him promise not to tell anyone.’

      ‘Not even you? His own wife?’ It was hard for Ben to say that last bit.

      ‘That’s what I said to him, too. Asked him why he couldn’t share it with me, if it was so important. Especially if it meant something about what happened.’

      ‘And his reply?’

      ‘He said to me, “He’s my brother, Brooke. Please don’t ask me to betray his trust.”’

      ‘Okay, fair enough. But why would Amal hold this information back from the police, if it might have shed some different kind of light on the investigation?’

      ‘I asked him the same question. He said a promise was a promise, and that was the end of it.’

      ‘Is Amal normally this stubborn?’

      ‘Look, I know you think of him as just this bookish nerd,’ Brooke said.

      Ben held up his palms in defence. ‘Did I ever call him that?’

      ‘But he has principles. If he felt it was wrong to betray his brother’s trust, wild horses couldn’t drag it out of him.’

      ‘I’m sure. You’d have to give him a Chinese burn to get him to talk, or twist his earlobe or something.’

      She gave him a resentful look. ‘That’s a low thing to say, Ben.’

      ‘I’m sorry. It might help us, too, if we had any clue what it was. You don’t have any idea?’

      ‘None.’

      ‘That’s just great. Nice to have so much to go on.’

      ‘One thing we can be sure of,’ Brooke said. ‘Kabir had some kind of big, important secret apparently connected with his trip to Rakhigarhi. And Amal was in on it too. Next thing, both brothers have disappeared, first one and then the other. The confidential information is what connects them.’

      ‘Maybe.’

      Her cheeks flushed. ‘Not maybe, Ben. Definitely. It means Amal was right. There’s more to this than a chance bandit attack. Has to be. And it also has to mean that whatever happened to him is somehow involved with what happened to Kabir. It can’t possibly be a coincidence.’

      ‘And all we have to do is find out what this secret was that Kabir made his brother swear never to tell a soul about. Bingo, our first inkling of a lead.’

      ‘If anyone can find out, you can,’ she said.

      ‘Do you think he’d have told his other brother?’

      ‘Samarth?’

      ‘If Kabir told him what he told Amal, he might share it with us.’

      Brooke thought about it, then shook her head. ‘From the way Amal talked, I doubt that Kabir confided in anyone else within the family. The two younger brothers have a closer relationship than with Samarth. He’s always kept himself at a distance. There’s some tension there.’

      ‘What kind of tension?’

      ‘This is India. Traditions are still very strong here. It had always been understood that all three brothers would enter the family business, take over from their father when he retired, and work together to expand the empire that old Basu had founded. But Amal and Kabir both chose to go their own ways, which caused a certain amount of bad blood between them and Samarth. Their father too, though he’s really quite sweet once you get to know him. He’s the reason I was able to get you here so fast. A couple of favours were called in from some very high-level people.’

      ‘So I gathered. Let’s get back to the events of that evening. You say you never made it to the restaurant. The snatch happened on the walk?’

      ‘Just before we got there. Not long after we’d had that conversation.’

      ‘I think you’ve been cooped up in this room long enough. Let’s get some air. Do you