"Detective Suresh Chandran considered the woman sitting across from him in the interrogation room. He was perhaps not at his sharpest, considered he�d been called from his bed at one a.m. Not that he slept well at the best of times, but last night, for a miracle, he had fallen asleep at eleven. He credited the book he�d been reading, supposedly a thriller, but in reality, not so thrilling. Suresh had picked it up on his partner�s recommendation, but he should have known better � Joshi wasn�t a big reader. Suresh had been feeling guilty about rebuffing all of Joshi�s invitations to dinner with the family, to parties, to baseball games; in the two years since Suresh�s wife�s death, Joshi had been relentless in his overtures of friendship. Finally, Suresh had caved to the man�s undaunted good nature, had taken the book. Only to fall asleep on the couch, barely a chapter in. Perhaps he should keep it for a sleep aid, if nothing else."