Authors: Vish Dhamija
Doosra
PRAISE FOR DHAMIJA'S PREVIOUS BESTSELLERS
“A Psychological Thriller.”
- The Hindu
“Thrills and Chills.”
- Deccan Chronicle
“Crime thriller that did brisk business.”
- The Tribune
“...(keeps) the reader hooked till the end.”
- The New Indian Express
“Taut... Twisted...A compelling Read!”
- Mukul Deva, bestselling author of
Lakshkar
“Ingeniously plotted and rich in characterization,
Bhendi Baazar
is highly readable crime thriller that is part psychological and part detective. Twists and turns in the narrative, fused skillfully, intensify the suspense, bringing up an end that is both bewildering and satisfying at the same time. Highly recommended.”
- Kulpreet Yadav, bestselling author of
The Girl who loved a Pirate.
“The detective in charge of the case (Rita Ferreira) is not your typical hero. She drinks, flaters and gets frustrated, but pursues every lead.”
- The Hindu
“Dhamija unequivocally tells a good story.”
- The Tales Pensieve.
VISH DHAMIJA
is a crime fiction author of three bestselling novels:
Déjà Karma, Bhendi Bazaar
and
Nothing Lasts Forever.
He is best known for his multi-layered plots, believable characterisation and captivating storylines. In a recent survey by eBooks India website, Vish was listed among the top 51 Indian authors you must follow.
Glimpse Magazine called him: India's John Grisham for stimulating the genre of legal fiction in India which was almost non-existent before his arrival on the scene.
Vish was born and raised in Ajmer, India. He lived and worked in Jodhpur, Jaipur, New Delhi, Chennai, Jamnagar and Mumbai before moving on to pastures abroad. He has specialisation in Marketing and Strategy from Manchester Business School, UK.
Doosra
is his fourth novel.
He currently lives in London with his wife, Nidhi.
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Vish Dhamija
DOOSRA
THE
OTHER ONE
For my parents.
“T
HOUGH SEEING, THEY DO NOT SEE
...”
— Matthew 13:13
Doosra
- like
Googly
is a term used in the game of cricket. It's a kind of bowling delivery that promises to go one way after the bounce, but goes the other. The primary reason most batsmen succumb to it is because they are misguided by the illusion that the bowler's arm creates. However, history is awash with batsmen who could look past that illusion by reading the seam on the ball. If any experts tell you differently they are not adept enough. Remember — an illusion can only work till something eludes you.
What you can see, you can know.
Contents
Prologue
A
NTWERP
, A
PRIL
2
R
on Jogani was ushered into Aaron Diamonds with genuine courtesy. The light pat down by the jeweller's security was perfunctory. After all, he had been picked up by Aaron's personal chauffeur right from Brussels Airport's arrival lounge that very morning and driven straight to Antwerp. He had only arrived in Belgium at 07:50 hours from Mumbai on Jet Airways Flight 9W228 and unless he had surreptitiously arranged to pick up some ammunition or weapon from the immigration authorities themselves, there hadn't been any opportunity, as he hadn't stopped anywhere on the way or met anybody since. And, the Indian Airport Authorities wouldn't have let him on board with any firearms, would they? They wouldn't have missed it either, as there had never been any security lapse on any flight that had taken off from India in over fifty years.
Jogani wasn't here for the first time or the last, and he wasn't stupid enough to attempt a burglary. In fact, Jogani was one of the bigger players in the diamond trade that had been dominated for decades by Jewish and Indians — mainly of Gujarati ancestry — in Antwerp's Diamond Quarter. For someone in the diamond trade in India a regular visit to Antwerp was sacramental; as such Jogani had been here numerous times but the purchase on this visit would be the biggest he had ever done. The diamonds were for a syndicate back in India. Instead of individually flying to buy the polished stones, they had entrusted Jogani to buy and courier a few of them. This transaction could be in excess of €10 million, but it hinged on two dynamics: first, Aaron had to physically hold the inventory of the requisite stock — the specs had already been wired a month prior — for Jogani to evaluate, and second, and more significantly, Aaron had to be willing to undervalue the rocks to save on import duties and let unaccounted money change hands. Aaron had tentatively agreed to the condition, but didn't want to discuss it any further on the phone or online: the
what
-and-
by-how-much
was left open for negotiation.
Jogani was of Gujarati descent, but his clan had lived in Mumbai for generations. He was a large man, stood six-feet-one from the ground; he had recently celebrated his fiftieth birthday and a bit of paunch had only started to make an appearance. He wasn't good looking, no. But he was loaded. Single — he was divorced at an early age and decided he was better off single given his predilections — and unapologetically promiscuous; diamonds and women were his only two weaknesses. His biggest skill was his knowledge of precious stones, especially diamonds. Even with a naked eye he could price a diamond and he wouldn't be any more than five percent away from the real value. Oh, he knew his diamonds. It was for this very proficiency that he had been picked by the diamond merchants back home to carry out the transaction on their behalf in Antwerp.
Jogani had been comfortable when his driver dropped him at Mumbai International airport at midnight the previous day. He had had a couple of drinks, and looked forward to some free Scotch before the steward made his little bed in the Première cabin.
***
So comfortable, that he had missed some predatory eyes that had been watching him from the airport, all through the flight and him being picked up and driven out of the Brussels Airport to Antwerp. The sentience undoubtedly seemed lackadaisical; a consequence of having repeatedly done the exact job so often that it bred a false feeling of invincibility, of overconfidence. More notably it almost tangibly heralded the carelessness to those watching and sinisterly lying in wait. His travel plans, his movements were being keenly tracked.
***
But now, clad in Ralph jeans and a white polo, Jogani was shepherded into the vaulted office of Aaron Diamonds and made comfortable in a cream leather chair across the large mahogany table — almost the size of an American pool table — inlaid with ivory and tortoise shell, an antique actually imported from India before the independence. It was apparent that Mr Aaron did not fancy making his affluent client wait for long. He arrived the moment coffee was served. Leonard Aaron, the tall, slim, pointed-nosed, silver-haired, aging diamond dealer who had been around since after the war, solely owned Aaron Diamonds.
'Welcome to Antwerp, Ron.' Aaron forwarded his hand
'Thank you, Leonard. And thanks for the pick-up at the airport.' Jogani smiled as he shook hands with the dealer.
'You're welcome. How was the journey?'
'As usual. It's a convenient flight, I had a good six-seven hours of sleep and then this drive up from Brussels was, as always, a pleasure.'
'Would you want me to make a hotel reservation for you here in Antwerp or Brussels?'
'It's already been arranged, thanks.'
Leonard Aaron was a respectable and honest man; Jogani trusted him, but he still wanted the camels tied. With a consignment of loose diamonds of the value that he was here to buy today, it was better that way. The fewer the number of people who knew his whereabouts, the safer it was. He would ask his host to get him dropped in downtown Brussels and then disappear into the hotel he was booked in for the night. There was no way he would share the name or location of the hotel with anyone, not even Aaron.
***
However, what Jogani didn't know was that some individuals had already identified the hotel he was booked into. They even had a copy of his electronic reservation. They had waited till the hotel allotted the room to him in their register, at noon on the day of his arrival, and then the room in front — across the corridor — and both rooms on either side of Jogani's assigned room were booked. Of course, three rooms weren't necessary, but it was better that no one else stayed in them either.
Those booking these three rooms were cognisant that the morning flight that had brought Ron Jogani to Brussels this morning was a shuttle — it returned to Mumbai after a few hours, after the usual change of staff, routine engineering checks and refuelling — and Jogani was booked on the same flight to fly out of Brussels in a little over twenty-four hours of his arrival in Belgium. Intrinsically, thus, they had less than twenty-four hours at their disposal to put their plan into action and get away.
***
'A man with a plan. I wouldn't tell you where I was staying with ten million Euros worth of rocks under my ass. No worries, I'll ensure my driver drops you back to Brussels safely.' Aaron chuckled.
'Thanks for that Leonard.'
'Now, let's get down to business, my friend.'
'Sounds like a good idea. Have you been able to source the diamonds according to the requirement?'
'You know me better than that to ask, Ron. All inventory is on site.'
'What are we waiting for then?'
'The preliminaries... I think it's best if we clarify what kind of discounted invoice you require before we get to the merchandise.'
'Oh right. We'd like you to undervalue the rocks so it saves us on import duty—'
'Which, on cut and polished diamonds, is now a meagre five percent...' Aaron had obviously read about the recent hike in Indian import duties.
'But which translates to quite a sum on a purchase of ten million.'
'What are you not telling me, Ron?'
'Well, OK. Custom duty is one thing. A lot of merchants in India — my clients — do not want to declare the total amount of the purchase simply because a lot of retail sales happen without invoices. Ergo, some of the money I pay you for this transaction today is also unaccounted for. You know what I mean.'