Gupta was cursing his own stupidity.
He should have asked Singh to hand over the bag in the eatery. There was nothing to worry in that arrangement. There are hardly any people in the eatery in winter nights. Only the truck drivers drop in once in a while.
Even if they noticed the exchange of bags their whisky dazed minds would not have pondered much.
“Coward!” he muttered under his breath.
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