Chapter 4 — Rohan Verma

She looked at the drive on the desk."The crash," she said."His car," Rohan said. "The Volkswagen Polo. It had a connected system — lane assist, collision warning. All networked." He paused. "Arjun believed, in the weeks before the crash, that Vayu had accessed his vehicle's connected system.""He believed," she said. "Or you believe.""He called me four days before the crash," Rohan said. "He said: 'If my car kills me, it's because someone accessed it remotely. And if that happens, everything I found is on the drive. The proof is on the drive. Make sure someone who can use it gets it.' He said that." He looked at her. "He was afraid. He was genuinely afraid. And Arjun Mehta—" He paused. "Arjun Mehta was not a man who frightened easily."She looked at the drive."If he knew they could access his car," she said slowly, "and he was afraid — why was he on the M4 at midnight?"Rohan was quiet for a moment."That," he said, "is the question I've been sitting with for a week.""Give me the other question," she said. "The one he told you to give me."Rohan looked at her carefully."He said: 'Ask her if a dead man can send a WhatsApp.'" He paused. "At the time I thought he was speaking hypothetically. About what would happen after he was gone." He looked at her. "But you received a message, didn't you.""Yes," she said."Then the answer is: yes. A dead man can. If he prepared for it." He leaned forward. "Mrs. Mehta. Your husband was a very careful man. He had a week's warning that something might happen. A week is enough time to prepare."She looked at the drive. She looked at Rohan.She said: "He's not dead."Rohan held her gaze."I don't know," he said. "But I don't think the body they found on the M4 is Arjun Mehta."