I texted Vijay for the Phiroz Shah's address and requested him to keep my husband tied up in meetings and conference calls for a few hours.
Sometimes, I could easily believe Vijay is a telepath. Not only did he send me the location and keep Firdaus busy, he also sent me a car with two armed security men.
Half an hour later, I was at the uncle's door. He opened the door himself. We had probably woken him from his siesta.
"You!" he snarled at me. "You and Firdaus' minions are not welcome here!"
"We know," I told him frigidly. "We are not here for you. Where is Sameer?"
He paled. "It is none of your business," he said shakily.
The boy was injured. I smiled coldly, and my men revealed their guns. "I believe it is," I said. Pushing the disgusting man aside, I strode into the house and stopped, horrified, in the dining room.