“Marvellous Detective Agency?” It was a fat, balding man in an expensive suit. Aditya couldn’t believe his eyes. He quickly ushered the man in and made him comfortable in one of the two chairs in the room. “Let’s get down to business, then. Could you call Mr. Yogyanath?” Aditya’s expression fell. ”Oh. You want Mr. Yogyanath.” “Yes. Is that a problem?” “No. It’s just that he’s the owner of the Marvellous Detective Agency on the west side. In case you reconsider, here’s our card." This was the fifth time that month that a customer had come to him looking for that damned Yogyanath. But there was nothing he could do. He had registered his business on Google, and a month later he knew the address of his competitor down to the plot number. He was just about ready to give up on this venture of his. And what about Keith? He may have been just an assistant, but Aditya was still responsible for him. His phone started ringing. He looked at it. “Speak of the devil.” He picked