The next morning, the Punjab Police raided the godown. Goldy was arrested while trying to bribe a constable with gur and chana .
“London. Viah (wedding) season,” Jaspal lied, adjusting his aviators. “Tusi?”
The SSP held up the dupatta . “Someone codenamed… ‘Jatt Bond.’”
Jaspal’s mission, given by a retired Subedar who owed his father a favor, was simple: Photos. Proof. Police.
Twenty minutes later, Jaspal “accidentally” knocked Goldy’s chai over. In the chaos, he palmed the key ring. The goons chased him. But Jaspal didn’t run into a fancy sports car. He jumped onto his uncle’s tractor , drove through a mustard field, and disappeared into the smoke of a parantha stall.