Meet Ravi Chandra Singh, former
religious scholar, former teacher and now a private eye for Golden Sentinels, a
firm that handles the dirty laundry of the rich and famous with the ultimate
discretion. His colleagues include a couple of gay ex coppers, a weed smoking
genius, a PR maven, a techie who’d give MacGyver a run for his money, a well
connected lawyer and an heiress who just happens to be one of the best hackers
in the world. Ravi is still proving himself to Roger and Cheryl the bosses of
Golden Sentinels but he won’t even think of turning his back on this job, or
the money because he has his sister’s lavish wedding to pay for and his
mother’s gambling debts to pay off.
And the cases…A politician being
groomed to lead his party who is convinced his dead fiancée is haunting him in
the sack. A twitter war between authors that spawns literary terror mobs, an
escapee from an arranged marriage with global implications if the wedding
doesn’t go ahead and a banker whose evidence of her firm’s catalogue of wrongdoing
is on a thumb drive that no one (not even her) knows the password to.
Through all of this mayhem and
chaos Ravi sees visions of Hindu gods, dressed in pinstripes and tweeting on
their mobile phones, he’s pretty sure they’re tweeting about him using the
hashtag #ourownpersonalholyfool
This is the first in a trilogy
that gives a fresh shot of adrenaline to the PI genre.
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