Ishaan Varma 1 The rain had a mind of its own that afternoon, coming down in chaotic sheets that danced like ghosts on the windshield of Detective Rehan Malik’s Scorpio. The wipers moved in a frantic rhythm, barely keeping up, as he maneuvered the SUV along the narrow, winding roads of the Garhwal hills. Fog clung to the trees like wool, swallowing the landscape in a damp hush. Even with the heater humming and his coat pulled tight, Rehan felt the chill worm its way into his bones. The call had come in late the previous night. A missing person’s…