Pulling up between several story-high piles of garbage, the driver made a three-point turn to direct the car back toward the way they’d come. He left the motor running. All three of the toughs climbed out. The driver opened the door for Basant. When Basant didn’t respond, the driver reached in and, grabbing a handful of his kurta, dragged him stumbling from the car. Basant couldn’t help choking from the smoke and stench. Without letting him go, the driver continued to drag him into the illumination provided by the headlights, where he released him roughly. Basant did all he could do to stay on his feet.

Sachin, who was pulling a heavy glove on his right hand, walked up to Basant and, before Basant could react, punched him viciously in the face, sending him stumbling backward, losing his balance, and falling into the fetid garbage. With his ears ringing and blood dripping from his nose, he rolled over onto his stomach and tried to get up, but his hands sank into the loose trash. At the same time he felt broken glass cut into the flesh of his left arm. He was yanked by the ankle from the soft garbage out onto the firmly packed truck track. He was then forcibly kicked in the stomach, causing him to lose his wind in the process.

It took Basant several minutes to catch his breath. When he had, Sachin reached down and grabbed the front of his kurta and yanked him to a sitting position. Basant raised his arms in an attempt to try to shield his face from another blow, but the blow didn’t materialize. Hesitantly, he opened his eyes, looking up into the cruel face of his attacker.

“Now that I have your attention,” Sachin snarled, “I want to tell you a few things. We know about you and what kind of piece of shit you are. We know what you’ve been doing to your oldest daughter, Veena, since she was six. We know you’ve been keeping her in line by threatening to do the same to her four younger sisters. And we know what you’ve been doing to her mother.”

“I’ve never—” Basant began but was interrupted by a vicious slap to the face.

“Don’t even try to deny it, you bastard, or I’ll beat you to a pulp and leave you here for the rats and the wild dogs to eat.”

Sachin glared down at the cowering Basant before continuing. “This isn’t some kind of trial. We know what I’m saying is the truth, you slimy bastard. And I’m going to tell you something. This is a warning! If you ever touch one of your daughters inappropriately or your wife in anger, we will kill you. It’s that simple. We’ve been hired to do it, and knowing what I do about you, I’d just as soon do it and get it over with. So I actually hope you give me the excuse. But that’s the message. Any questions? I want to be certain you understand.”