Perhaps more than one, but working together. We cant be sure of that yet.
Samarth placed his hands in front of him on his lap and laced his fingers together with a thoughtful, sombre expression. It strikes me that this theory youre working on is really little more than a hypothesis. Do you have any tangible evidence to support it?
Only what Amal told Brooke the night of the kidnap. That hed found something.
Thats it? He found something?
Thats it, Ben said. At this point Im simply trying to build a picture.
Brooke said, Samarth, did Kabir tell you what he told Amal? About his work, this thing hed found?
Samarth reflected for a moment, then slowly, gravely shook his head. No, I dont recall his mentioning anything of that nature. Im afraid I have no idea what this thing could be.
Brooke looked crestfallen. Are you sure? It might just have been in passing. Some small detail that might not have seemed important at the time.
Samarth nodded. Quite sure. Whatever conversation my two brothers might have had, I wasnt party to it. The weary sadness had drained out of his expression, replaced by something colder and harder. He pursed his lips, paused a moment longer, then said, Brooke, Mr Hope
Please call me Ben, Ben said.
I understand your desire to seek answers to the many mysteries surrounding these terrible recent events. Who feels that pressing motivation more painfully than I?
Ben sensed a but coming.
Samarth went on, However, if you will allow me to speak frankly, I dont consider this to be a productive line of enquiry. Believe me, I wish it were. But as you admit yourselves, you have no evidence to back it up. Its just pure conjecture. Speculation. One might say, wishful thinking. Or, to use another expression, it seems to me youre clutching at straws.
Brooke stared at her brother-in-law. Were you there, the night Amal was taken?
Samarth levelly returned her gaze. You know that I wasnt. Its a foolish question.
No, you werent. But if you had been, and youd heard what Amal said, seen the look in his eyes, you wouldnt be so quick to dismiss it. He meant it, Samarth. He knew something. Theres more to this than anyone reali
Samarth cut her off. As Ive made clear more than once, Brooke, I was unhappy with the involvement of a private detective in our family affairs. Now that Mr Prajapati is no longer in the picture Im just as unwilling to reopen the case up to another investigator, however decent his intentions, and however much I appreciate his travelling all the way to India to offer his services.
Samarth turned to Ben. Naturally, I will be more than happy to reimburse any expenses you may have incurred, Mr Hope. Please submit your invoice to my secretary, and it will be taken care of immediately. Then it remains only for me to thank you for your concern, and to wish you a pleasant journey home.
Brookes cheeks had reddened and she looked perplexed. Samarth, your father was very keen to have Ben come to help us. He pulled a lot of strings to cut through the red tape and speed things along.
Samarth replied, Im well aware of the calls that my father made to his friends at the Foreign Office, Vivaan Banerjee and others. He still commands a huge deal of respect and influence. But as much as it pains me to say it, my father is old and sick and no longer the man he once was. His decisions arent always the right ones. Just as Ive had to assume control of running the business he founded, there are times when I must take charge of other matters, for the good of the family.
For the good of the family, Brooke repeated, sounding dumbfounded.
Indeed. The loss of two sons has been an unimaginably devastating blow to my parents. I now find myself facing the heart-breaking prospect of organising one brothers funeral, which has already been delayed too long, and preparing myself to organise the other. This is a time for whats left of our family to try to find solace and mourn our loved ones. Its not a time for raising false hopes in the pursuit of some unsubstantiated wishful theory that can only cause more pain and suffering. Surely you must see that?
I cant believe what Im hearing. How can you just make these assumptions?
Samarth heaved a sigh. He got up from his chair and approached Brooke with an outstretched hand of sympathy. My brother found a fine woman. I sincerely admire your strength and resolve, Brooke. I urge you to find within yourself the strength to accept the truth that is glaring us all in the face. My brothers arent coming back. You know that, dont you? Deep down you believe it as much as I do.
I dont believe it, she said. There was a crack in her voice and the muscles of her face were tight.
Help her to understand, Mr Hope, Samarth said. Explain to her that with no ransom demand, this is no ordinary kidnapping.