Do you think of yourself as an Indian, Inspector?" "I suppose so. In Singapore, with so many different races living cheek to cheek, it's hard to forg… - Shamini Flint

Out of the corner of his eye, Singh noted that the younger brother looked scared. There were secrets within this family. But was there anything odd in that? All families had something to hide, a sin that loomed large in the household although trivial in the greater scheme of things. A quarrel between members, feuding factions, perhaps an affair. It didn’t necessarily have anything to do with the missing woman.

It's impossible to run a business in this town. Corruption, nepotism, cronyism – you name it, it's here." "So was Ashu Kaur an example of nepotism?" "Because she was Tara Singh's granddaughter? Actually, she was a good worker, smart, knew her stuff. And she didn't mind getting her hands dirty." "What does that mean?" "You're not from India, are you?" "Singapore." The American calmed down immediately. "Now there's a place I like to do business. Clean, organised, honest, efficient and no slums on the doorstep.

Global warming was to blame according to scientists and the government had promised tough climate goals. Next to the article was another one, lauding the Tata Nano, the ‘one lakh’ car. No one seemed inclined to point out the contradiction between reducing global warming and sticking a bunch of cheap cars on the road ... There was something to be said for the ‘no news is good news’ approach of the Singapore dailies. Certainly, an ordinary day’s worth of news in the Straits Times, tucked in between the advertisements for supermarket chains, cheap holidays and miraculous slimming treatments, didn’t look quite like this.