She told the police everything they needed to hear. She told Misha she was fine. Both were lies, but only one was calculated. Anika Sharma has come home to finish her thesis, rebuild her life, and quietly dismantle the best friend who handed her to the wrong people. What she didn't account for: Misha's connections running deeper than a careless uncle. A rival cartel that has already connected the envelope to a name. And a man in Thailand who is watching, always watching, and who arrives in a South Delhi hotel room with a gun and no explanation when the trap finally closes.