office.â He was gone even before Michael could get up.
Venkat tossed his jacket on the dumbvalet, that stood in the corner behind his desk, and tugged at his tie,
âHowâre you and good god what happened to your face?â He sank heavily into his well-worn leather chair.
âOh, a little misunderstanding,â Michael brushed it off.
âYeah I heard from my friend the Sup,â Venkat leaned back, folded his arms and studied the man seated opposite him. The Sup or superintendent was his former course mate in the Police Academy and now commanding officer of Jurong Land Division. Venkat saw Michaelâs quizzical face and answered,
âWe write letters complaining about the police, the police called to say that youâre hanging around car parks waiting to harass their IO. You pushed him, he blocked and you fell.â
The rotund lawyer whizzed as he spoke, âThough itâs obvious you fell on his knuckles. So, what can I do for you my friend?â
âVenkat, can you help me speak to Dianaâs lawyer, ask for some time and I promise to settle the outstanding money.â
âLook, the new lawyer that Diana had engaged is a divorcee herself, a real man-hater. I tried to speak to her, find some amicable solution but she resorts to diatribes, suffers from verbal diarrhoea and insists that every communication be in writing. Something that could be resolved in half an hour is dragging out over weeks and of course, itâs going to cost you both.â
Seeing his clientâs pleading look, Venkat threw up his arms in despair, âLook, what more can I say. Iâll see what I can do. Leave it to me.â
Venkat leaned forward and his ample stomach pressed against the heavy oak table that dominated his cramped room.
Three stacks of case files towered on one side of the table, an accidental brush threatening to send them all in a confusion of paper on the floor. Behind Venkatâs chair was an oak bookcase with rows of heavy legal tomes. On a shelf leaned a family portrait of his wife and two smiling children, sporting the prominent nose of their father. Another picture was of a younger and slimmer Venkat in police uniform. There were also several ribbons and medals in a glass box placed at a tilt for effect.
âSo, whatâs this about wanting to go to Moscow? You donât know for sure whether Annette is there. Hell, Mike, you donât know anyone there, you donât speak the lingo, youâve never been there and you donât have much money,â Venkat counted off his fingers.
âI have to, the police canât do much and they donât want to contact Interpol.â
âLook Mike, itâs not like that. Based on the facts, it seems like Annetteâ¦well, looks like she took off on her own free will. Whatâs that, you have some pictures?â Venkat leaned forward.
Michael spread three glossy prints on the table, all of Annette with a Caucasian man in the airport, evidently taken when they departed the country.
âThis is the man she left with. Iâm sure that he had cheated her into following him, made use of her youth and gullibility.â
âYouthâ¦gullibilityâ¦Hmm, you obviously donât know what goes on out there. These look like CCTV grabs, where did you get these photos from?â Venkat raised his hands, âNo, donât tell me. I donât want to be an accessory.â
âThis Ruslan Kashin is not the kind of gorilla my Annette would associate with.â
âGorilla, you say. He seems quite handsome really and they seem pretty intimate,â observed Venkat. âHow did you know his name?â
âThe police told me. He must have kidnapped her,â Michael was adamant.
âYour IOâs name is Sergeant Pang? Heâs right â the families are usually the last to know,â added the lawyer. âLook, I still keep in touch with my ex colleagues in the force and the