Intekhaab Abbas, Bombay’s top cop, is sinking into the lull of routine after cracking a murder case that had rocked the very core of the city’s police force. But one phone call, late at night, pulls him back into chaos. His former lover, Jennie—who lived a quiet, sheltered life in a leafy Bandra bungalow—has vanished without a trace.

No witnesses. No clues. No trail. Only an unease that grows deeper with every dead end, as if Jennie has been devoured by an invisible force.

Weeks later, when Abbas reluctantly turns to two seemingly unrelated cases—a murder and a kidnapping—the threads begin to tangle in disturbing ways. Each discovery draws him closer to a truth he isn’t prepared to face: Jennie’s disappearance is part of something far more sinister, lurking in plain sight.

Taut, moody and relentless, Nupur Anand’s second novel, a haunting tale of the missing and the men who lose themselves trying to find them, pushes the boundaries of Indian neo-noir.