We rode three-up. Karla had her back against my chest. She clung to me, her arms clutching at my vest to hold on, pulling us close. She put her head back on my chest, and closed her eyes. I would’ve felt better about it, if she didn’t have her legs around Dominic, and her feet on the tank of his motorcycle.
We passed through checkpoints as if charmed. Dominic only used one mantra to swerve around the police barricades.
None of the cops asked. None of them even blinked.
Dominic dropped us at the lane behind the hotel.
‘Thanks, Dominic,’ Karla said, placing her hand over her heart. ‘Nice ride.’
I gave him all the cash I had in my pocket. It was mostly US dollars, but there was an emergency mix of other stuff I’d carried for contingencies. It was about twenty thousand dollars. That sum passed through my hands every other day, but it was a lot of money to a man who lived on fifty dollars a month. It was enough to buy a one-room house, which was his dream, because the cop saving the city during the lockdown, like too many of them, lived in threadbare barracks.
‘This is too much,’ he frowned, and I realised that I’d insulted him.
‘It’s all I’ve got in my pockets, Dominic,’ I said, pressing him to take it. ‘If I had more, I’d give it to you. I’m so happy, man. I owe you on this. Call me, if you ever need me, okay?’
‘Thanks, Lin,’ he said, stuffing the money into his shirt, his eyes wondering how fast he could rush home, after his duty rounds, to tell his wife.
He rode away, and Karla started into the arched lane, but I stopped her.
‘Whoa,’ I said, holding her elbow. ‘Madame Zhou has a habit of popping out of these shadows.’
Karla glanced at the new day, painting muddy grey horizons around the buildings.
‘I don’t think she comes out in daylight,’ Karla said, striding ahead. ‘It’s good for her skin.’
We climbed the stairs to the blocked door on our floor.
‘What’s the password?’ Jaswant called out.
‘Ridiculousness,’ I shouted back.
‘What are you, fucking
‘Open the door, Jaswant. I’ve got an infected girl, here.’
‘Infected?’
‘Shift . . . the barricade . . . and open . . . the door!’
‘Baba, you have absolutely no sense of play,’ he said, shoving the artwork barricade aside.
He opened the door a crack, and Karla slipped through.
‘You don’t look infected at all, Miss Karla,’ Jaswant gushed. ‘You look radiant.’
‘Thank you, Jaswant,’ Karla said. ‘Did you stock up, for this catastrophe, by any chance?’
‘You know us Sikhs, ma’am,’ Jaswant said, twirling the threads of his beard.
‘A little more gap in the
He eased the structure aside, I grabbled through, and he shoved it back into place again.
‘What do you have to report?’ he asked me, clapping dust from his hands.
‘Fuck you, Jaswant.’
‘Wait a minute!’ he said seriously. ‘I want to know what’s going on, out there. What’s your sit-rep?’
‘My
‘Wait,’ he said, blocking my path.
‘What is it?’
‘You haven’t given your report! What’s going on out there? You’re the only one who’s been outside for sixteen hours. How bad is it?’
He was earnest. He meant it. People had walked down public streets, after the anti-Sikh riots, with severed Sikh heads in their hands, strung by the hair like shopping bags. It was an Indian tragedy. It was a human tragedy.
‘Alright, alright,’ I said, playing along. ‘The bad news, depending on how you look at it, is that I didn’t see any zombies. Not one, anywhere, unless you count drunks, and politicians.’
‘Oh,’ he said, a little defeated.
‘But the good news is that the city’s infested with rivers of rats, and packs of ravenous dogs.’
‘Okay,’ he said, smacking his hands together. ‘I’m gonna call my Parsi friend. He’s been nagging me about a Rat Plague Plan for years. He’ll be thrilled to hear this.’
We left him, dialling his Parsi friend.
‘The bodyguard standby charge still applies,’ he called to me, as he dialled. ‘I was on standby, even though Miss Karla came back with you. I’ll put it on your bill.’
The door to my room was unlocked. We heard strange noises coming from inside. I quietly opened it wide. From the doorway we saw Didier, speaking tongues to Charu on my mattress, while Oleg gambled his scent on Pari and my couch.
The strange noise we’d heard was Vinson, trying to play my guitar upside down. He was lying on his back, with his legs resting upright on the wall. No-one noticed us.