The target: Dev Mehra—Mumbai’s untouchable king of flesh and fear. I was hoping for a simple, clean job for once. Instead, the organisation behind the hit has other plans—a message written in blood for half the world’s power players.

Now I’m wading through carnage, lost in the crush of festival crowds, and wondering if I just passed some twisted audition for work I’m not sure I want.

If you like ruthless women, targets who never see it coming, and thrillers that leave you breathless and bloodstained, with the scent of incense still in the air, False Little Idol will make you worship at the altar of Marin’s next kill.

Most people spend Ganesh Chaturthi praying, feasting, and dancing in the streets— I’m spending mine infiltrating a sex trafficking ring and killing a Bollywood producer.

"False Little Idol"

by Joan De La Haye