Bad fortune needs no introduction.
I sat on the teak table, idly poking the contents of a fruit basket that lay upon it. Cleo’s barks continued ceaselessly. I wondered if this member of the canine species never got fed up of its own voice. I mean, if I were to talk aloud for that long, I would end up either dying of asphyxiation or simply boring myself to death. Clearly, Cleo was not well versed with either of those theories. Even if she did, she was clearly viewing this case as one worth dying for. I heaved a sigh laced with exasperation. Where was that Priya when you needed her the most?