Trap
Rohan Varma sat at his desk, staring at the files in front of him. The last few days had been tough.
The idea that Amar Singh, the Director General of Police, might be involved in this conspiracy was hard to accept.
The evidence was there, offshore accounts, encrypted messages, all pointing to Singh. But even with all that, it was still difficult to believe.
Neeraj walked in, quiet as always. "Sir, the surveillance is up and running. Rao's team is watching everything. If Amar Singh does anything suspicious, we'll know."
Rohan nodded. "Good. We can't let him know we're onto him until we have everything we need."
Neeraj took a seat. "Rao and Atma are ready to act as soon as we have enough proof. But we have to be careful. If we push too hard, Singh might catch on."
Rohan rubbed his forehead. "I know. That's what worries me. We can't afford any mistakes."