When a patent leather-jacketed biker kidnaps the daughter of a once-famous Bollywood actress right outside the school-gate, Kay Mehra is standing there holding her handbag and her opinions.
And once Kay has an opinion, there is no such thing as ‘not my problem’.
Within days, two elderly morning-walkers are knocked down by speeding superbikes on the city’s most infamous back-road. One of them dies. The glamorous former actress is found dead in her bed. And because Kay’s universe clearly enjoys an excess of death, a biker’s body turns up in the marshes off the same stretch of road.
Kidnapping. Hit-and-runs. One dead diva. One dead biker. A suspicious amount of patent leather jackets.
Kay has questions. Many, many questions. And no answers.
Teaming up with her infinitely more professional detective friend Runa, Kay plunges into the loud, shiny, testosterone-fuelled world of superbikes, celebrity secrets, and men who believe superbikes are the true purpose of a midlife crisis. Between interrogating bikers, annoying the police, dodging danger and stress-eating Nutella at 3.00 a.m., Kay finds herself in the middle of a mystery that is far more complicated than it has any right to be.
Will she untangle the suspicious deaths?
Will she finally discover her life’s purpose?
Or will she return to the comfort of powersuits, PowerPoints and pretending she did not just poke a hornet’s nest while wearing the most inconvenient sky-high wedge heels?
Knowing Kay Mehra, pretending is not an option.
