Rohan Sen Part 1 – The First Murder The night air in Mumbai carried its usual cocktail of sea salt, petrol fumes, and exhaustion. By the time Inspector Kabir Mehta arrived at the narrow lane in Fort, the neon lights had gone dim, the hawkers had packed their stalls, and the crowd had gathered in that restless half-circle that only death could command. The constable waved him in, parting the murmuring mass of onlookers. Kabir ducked under the yellow police tape, his eyes falling instantly on the sprawled figure inside the glass-fronted office. A man in his mid-forties, shirt stained…