Six Suspects

Six Suspects

by Vikas Swarup

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ISBN-13: 9780312630737
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 08/17/2010
Pages: 480
Sales rank: 215,465
Product dimensions: 8.52(w) x 11.06(h) x 0.74(d)

About the Author

Vikas Swarup's first novel was translated into over forty languages and made into the Oscar Award–winning film Slumdog Millionaire. An Indian diplomat, Vikas is currently serving as Consul-General in Osaka, Japan.

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CHAPTER ONE

The Bare Truth

Arun Advani’s column, 25 March

SIX GUNS AND A MURDER

Not all deaths are equal. There’s a caste system even in murder. The stabbing of an impoverished rickshaw-puller is nothing more than a statistic, buried in the inside pages of the newspaper. But the murder of a celebrity instantly becomes headline news. Because the rich and famous rarely get murdered. They lead five-star lives and, unless they overdose on cocaine or meet with a freak accident, generally die a five-star death at a nice grey age, having augmented both lineage and lucre.

That is why the murder of Vivek ‘Vicky’ Rai, the thirty-two-year-old owner of the Rai Group of Industries and son of the Home Minister of Uttar Pradesh, has been dominating the news for the past two days.

In my long and chequered career as an investigative journalist I have carried out many exposés, from corruption in high places to pesticides in cola bottles. My revelations have brought down governments and closed down multinationals. In the process, I have seen human greed, malice and depravity at very close quarters. But nothing has revolted me more than the saga of Vicky Rai. He was the poster boy for sleaze in this country. For over a decade I tracked his life and crimes, like a moth drawn irresistibly to the flame. It was a morbid fascination, akin to watching a horror film. You know something terrible is going to transpire, and so you sit transfixed, holding your breath, waiting for the inevitable to happen. I received dire warnings and death threats. Attempts were made to get me fired from this paper. I survived. Vicky Rai didn’t.

By now the facts of his murder are as well known as the latest twists in the soap operas on TV. He was shot dead last Sunday at 12.05 a.m. by an unknown assailant at his farmhouse in Mehrauli, on the outskirts of Delhi. According to the forensic report, he died of a single lacerating wound to his heart made by a bullet fired at point-blank range. The bullet pierced his chest, passed cleanly through his heart, exited from his back and became lodged in the wooden bar. Death is believed to have been instantaneous.

Vicky Rai had enemies, for sure. There were many who hated his arrogance, his playboy lifestyle, his utter contempt for the law. He built an industrial empire from scratch. And no one can build an industrial empire in India without cutting corners. Readers of this column will recall my reports detailing how Vicky Rai engaged in insider trading at the stock market, defrauded investors of their dividends, bribed officials and cheated on his corporate tax. Still, he didn’t get caught, always managing to exploit some loophole or other to stay out of reach of the law.

It was an art he had perfected at a very young age. He was only seventeen the first time he was hauled up in court. A friend of his father had given him a swanky new BMW, the five series, on his birthday. He took it out for a spin with three of his buddies. They had a noisy and boisterous celebration at a hip pub. While driving back at three a.m. through thick fog, Vicky Rai mowed down six homeless vagrants who were sleeping on a pavement. He was stopped at a police checkpoint and found to be completely sozzled. A case of rash and negligent driving was lodged against him. But by the time the case came to trial, all family members of the deceased had been purchased. No witnesses could recall seeing a BMW that night. All they could remember was a truck, with Gujarat licence plates. Vicky Rai received a lecture from the judge on the dangers of drink-driving and a full acquittal.

Three years later, he was in court again charged with hunting and killing two black bucks in a wildlife sanctuary in Rajasthan. He professed he didn’t know they were a protected species. He thought it funny that a country that could not protect brides from being burnt for dowry and young girls from being picked up for prostitution should prosecute people for killing deer. But the law is the law. So he was arrested and had to stay in jail for two weeks before he managed to obtain bail. We all know what happened next. The only eye witness, Kishore – the forest ranger who was driving the open jeep – died six months later in mysterious circumstances. The case dragged on for a couple of years but ended, predictably, in Vicky Rai’s acquittal.

Given these antecedents, it was surely only a matter of time before he graduated to open murder. It happened seven years ago, on a hot summer night, at Mango, the trendy restaurant on the Delhi–Jaipur highway, where he was throwing a big bash to celebrate his twenty-fifth birthday. The party began at nine p.m. and carried on well past midnight. A live band was belting out the latest hits, imported liquor was flowing and Vicky Rai’s guests – an assortment of senior government officials, socialites, current and former girlfriends, a few people from the film industry and a couple of sports celebrities – were having a good time. Vicky had a drink too many. At around two a.m. he staggered to the bar and asked for another shot of tequila from the bartender, a pretty young woman dressed in a white T-shirt and denim jeans. She was Ruby Gill, a doctoral student at Delhi University who worked part-time at Mango to support her family.

‘I’m sorry, I can’t give you another drink, Sir. The bar is now closed,’ she told him.

‘I know, sweetie.’ He flashed his best smile. ‘But I want just one last drink and then we can all go home.’

‘I am sorry, Sir. The bar is closed. We have to follow regulations,’ she said, rather firmly this time.

‘F**k your regulations,’ Vicky snarled at her. ‘Don’t you know who I am?’

‘No, Sir, and I don’t care. The rules are the same for everyone. You will not get another drink.’

Vicky Rai flew into a rage. ‘You bloody bitch!’ he screamed and whipped out a revolver from his suit pocket. ‘This will teach you a lesson!’ He fired at her twice, shooting her in the face and the neck, in the presence of at least fifty guests. Ruby Gill dropped dead and Mango descended into bedlam. A friend of Vicky’s reportedly grabbed his arm, led him out to his Mercedes and drove him away from the restaurant. Fifteen days later, Vicky Rai was arrested in Lucknow, brought before a magistrate, and managed yet again to obtain bail.

A murder over the mere refusal of a drink shook the conscience of the nation. The combination of Vicky Rai’s notoriety and Ruby Gill’s beauty ensured that the case stayed in the headlines for weeks to come. Then summer passed into autumn, and we moved on to new stories. When the case finally came to trial, the ballistics report said that the two bullets had been fired from two different guns. The murder weapon had inexplicably ‘disappeared’ from the police strong-room where it was being stored. Six witnesses, who claimed they had seen Vicky Rai pull the gun, retracted their statements. After a trial lasting five years, Vicky Rai received a full acquittal just over a month ago, on 15 February. To celebrate the verdict he threw a party at his Mehrauli farmhouse. And that is where he met his end.

Some will call this poetic justice. But the police call it an IPC Section 302 crime – culpable homicide amounting to murder – and have launched a nationwide search for the killer. The Police Commissioner is personally supervising the investigation, spurred, no doubt, by anxiety that the promised sinecure of the Lieutenant Governorship of Delhi (reported six weeks ago in this column) will vanish into thin air should he fail to crack this case.

His diligence has yielded good results. My sources tell me that six suspects are being held on suspicion of murdering Vicky Rai. Apparently Sub-Inspector Vijay Yadav was on traffic-control duty at the farmhouse when the killing occurred. He immediately sealed off the premises and ordered the frisking of each and every one of the three-hundred-odd guests, waiters, gate-crashers and hangers-on there at the time. The place was practically bristling with weaponry. During the search, six individuals were discovered to have guns in their possession, and were detained. I am sure they must have protested. After all, simply carrying a gun is not an offence, provided you have an arms licence. But when you take a gun to a party at which the host gets shot, you automatically become a suspect.

The suspects are a motley lot, a curious mélange of the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. There is Mohan Kumar, the former Chief Secretary of Uttar Pradesh, whose reputation for corruption and womanizing is unparalleled in the annals of the Indian Administrative Service. The second is a dim-witted American who claims to be a Hollywood producer. Spicing up the mix is the well-known actress Shabnam Saxena, with whom Vicky Rai was infatuated, if the gossip in the film magazines is to be believed. There is even a jet-black, five-footnothing tribal from some dusty village in Jharkhand who is being interrogated at arm’s length for fear that he might be one of the dreaded Naxalites who infest that state. Suspect number five is an unemployed graduate named Munna with a lucrative sideline as a mobile-phone thief. And completing the line-up is Mr Jagannath Rai himself, the Home Minister of Uttar Pradesh. Vicky Rai’s dad. Could a father stoop any lower?

The six guns recovered are equally assorted. There is a British Webley & Scott, an Austrian Glock, a German Walther PPK, an Italian Beretta, a Chinese Black Star pistol and a locally made improvised revolver known as a katta. The police appear to be convinced that the murder weapon is one of these six and are awaiting the ballistics report to match bullet to gun and pinpoint the culprit.

Barkha Das interviewed me yesterday on her TV show. ‘You devoted much of your career to exposing the misdeeds of Vicky Rai and castigating him in your column. What do you plan to do now that he is dead?’ she asked me.

‘Find his killer,’ I replied.

‘What for?’ she wanted to know. ‘Aren’t you happy Vicky Rai is dead?’

‘No,’ I said, ‘because my crusade was never against Vicky Rai. It was against the system which permits the rich and powerful to believe that they are above the law. Vicky Rai was only a visible symptom of the malaise that has infected our society. If justice is really blind, then Vicky Rai’s killer deserves to be brought to account just as much as Vicky Rai did.’

And I say this again to my readers. I am going to track down Vicky Rai’s murderer. A true investigative journalist cannot be swayed by his personal prejudices. He must follow the cold logic of reason till the very end, no matter where and who it leads to. He must remain an impartial professional seeking only the bare truth.

Murder may be messy, but truth is messier. Tying up loose ends will be difficult, I know. The life histories of all six suspects will need to be combed. Motives will have to be established. Evidence will need to be collated. And only then will we discover the real culprit.

Which of these six will it be? The bureaucrat or the bimbo? The foreigner or the tribal? The big fish or the small fry?

All I can tell my readers at this point in time is – watch this space.

Excerpted from Six Suspects by Vikas Swarup

Copyright © 2008 by Vikas Swarup

Published in 2008 by St. Martin’s Press

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Reading Group Guide

1. What were the flaws of each of the suspects? Did you find each of them likeable, despite their flaws? Who did you identify with most? Did you have a favorite?

2. When we first meet the suspects, each is making a decision that will change their lives. In what cases were these good, bad, or foolish decisions? Could any of the characters have avoided their downfall? Do you believe in fate?

3. Do you believe that Mohan Kumar was actually possessed by a spirit, or do you take the doctor's view? What do you think the author intended? If Mohan had been your husband, father, or employer, would you have preferred he stay Gandhi?

4. Vikas Swarup has chosen to relay each character in a different way. The chapters about Shabnam Saxena are told through her diary entries. The chapters on Jagannath are told through phone conversations. The chapters on Eketi are often actually told from the point of view of Ashok, the welfare officer. Did you find this method effective? How did it contribute to your understanding of each character?

5. The Motives section takes up the bulk of the novel and it deals with each suspect's individual journey. Does the solving of the main crime become secondary to the lives of the suspects? Did you find that being steeped in the character's lives enriched the solving of the mystery at the end?

6. It seemed that Shabnam genuinely wanted to help Ram Dulari in the beginning. But at some point she began to feel threatened by her. When did this happen? Was she ever really able to give selflessly of herself? Do you think her wanting to help Ram Dulari had something to do with her feelings for her sister? Does she redeem herself by the end of the novel?

7. Six Suspects has been called a social satire on India. In what ways is the book satirical? Did this add to your enjoyment of the novel? Which were the parts you found funniest?

8. How did you feel about the portrayal of the American, Larry Page? Do you think he is a typical American? Do you think his portrayal speaks toward how the world views Americans?

9. What do you think Shabnam and Larry would be like as a couple? Do you think they would be happy?

10. In the cases where the suspects were referred to by their professions, do you think they would correspond to their American counterparts? The corrupt politician in Washington? The Hollywood celebrity? The pick pocket in the big city? Or were they uniquely Indian? What do you find most appealing in reading international fiction? Learning about a different culture, or finding people and situations you can relate to?

11. A character like Eketi would have no real counterpart in the U.S. Were his motivations harder for you to understand? Or did they tap into a greater human need?

12. Family ties can be very strong, either from obligation or love. How did these relationships affect the characters' choices? Discuss how the characters were either helped or hindered by their families.

13. Many of the characters are impressed by beauty. Eketi falls in love with Champi, who is actually disfigured. She in turn, cannot see Eketi because she is blind. Are these two characters fortunate to not be so swayed by physical beauty, or are they missing out?

14. There is a theme that runs throughout the novel, of dual identities, or identity confusion. The corrupt Mohan Kumar becomes virtuous Gandhi Baba, Ram Dulari metamorphoses into Shabnam Saxena, Larry Page is mistaken for his namesake the Google founder, Eketi Onge is forced to become Jiba Korwa, Munna Mobile becomes Vijay Singh, and mafia don Jagannath Rai masquerades as a messiah of the poor. Do you find these questions of identity to be true in life? Have there been times in your own life when you have been mistaken for someone else, or perhaps even found yourself taking on a different persona? When you've noticed someone else taking on a different identity or name? What were the reasons for that?

15. Each of the suspects is either from the lower or upper class. Class is a theme that Vikas Swarup also wrote about in his first novel. What is the commentary here? How does class play into the plot? What is its effect on the characters?

16. How did you feel about the resolution of the novel? Do you think the characters got what they deserved? Did you agree with the murderer's reasoning for killing Vicky Rai?

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harstan More than 1 year ago
In Delhi, India, Vivek (Vicky) Rai is acquitted of a particularly vicious murder that he probably committed. His father Home Minister of Uttar Pradash Jagannath throws his son a victory party, but someone obviously objected to the acquittal by killing Vicky. The Delhi police find six viable suspects. The Bureaucrat former Chief Secretary Mohan Kumar would do anything to obtain money and women and not necessarily in that order. The Bollywood Actress "celluloid goddess" Shabnam Saxena is hot on the screen, but rejected Vicky's efforts for heat off the screen. Stone Age Tribal Eketi Onge is one of the last people from a dying tribe being engulfed by civilization even with their home island somewhat isolated. The Thief Munna Mobile makes his living stealing cell-phones and whatever gizmos he can purloin. The Politician leader of Uttar Pradesh is reverently titled Bhaiyyaji but known to the victim as dad. The American preferring the moniker Texan Larry Page has come to marry his Internet order bride Sapna Singh though he learns in new Delhi the pictures he was sent is that of Bollywood's "Celluloid Goddess". This is a fun Indian whodunit that lampoons Agatha Christie through a format that has readers wondering if a New Delhi Hercule Poirot will arrive at the last moment to inform the audience who killed Vicky and why. The story line is fast-paced though events are reiterated since perspectives rotate. Fans will enjoy this terrific look at modern day India through the lens of a satirical murder investigation though no lead investigator actually steps forward with the Q and A. Harriet Klausner
smallkucing More than 1 year ago
This was an impulse buy and I have no regret in getting this book. What attracted me to this books was the author's name. I am crazy about Asian writers. Have you heard of "Slumdog Millionaire"?It's written by this author. The story starts with the murder of the notorious, Vicky Rai, the son of a corrupted politician and gangster, Jagannath Rai. Vicky Rai was shot at a party in his home. The party was to celebrate his acquittal of a murder case. Six people were found with guns in their possession when the police seal-off the murder scene. They are : 1)Mohan Kumar, the Bureaucrat. He is as corrupted as can be. One day he went for a seance and the spirit of Mahatma Gandhi seems to have possessed him. Since then he was like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Scaring the people around him with his multiple personality. 2)Shabnam Saxena, The Actress. She is very successful and is the subject of envy for many people. Despite the stardom, she hungers for her family love. She trusted people and was bitterly betrayed. 3) Eketi, the tribal who travel from his native Andaman Island to India to retrieve a sacred object that was stolen from his people. At first he thought India is a good place to stay on but later found out that it is a very harsh place. People were very cruel, unlike those in his Island. He dreamt of going back to his beloved Island once he retrieved the stolen object and also bring his new found love back with him. 4) Munna Mobile, the Thief. His speciality is to steal handphones. He met a rich girl. At first he was just fooling around looking for a quick lay but then he fell in love. It's a forbidden love as they are of different caste. 5) Jagannath Rai, the Politician. He is a very corrupted and an ambitious politician who happens to be the father of Vicky Rai. He is like a gangster. Did many crimes and yet he always got away with it because people are too scared to go against him. Those who are brave enough were "eliminated". He wanted to be the next Chief Minister and Vicky Rai stood in his way. 6) Larry Page, the American who works as a forklift operator and have the same name as the Google's founding CEO. He is like "Mr. Bean". Always get in to trouble but some how he is always lucky enough scrape thru it. He came to India to marry his "Mail Ordered Bride". The above mentioned people have motive to murder Vicky Rai. The characters in this book are well developed and very lively. I can't help laughing like a hyena at the things that Larry got himself into. Also can't help feeling anxious about Shabnam's and Munna's predicament. This book is a must read for all mystery fan and those who love a bit of spice in their live.
corglacier7 on LibraryThing 26 days ago
Following the success of ¿Slumdog Millionaire¿, Vikas Swarup continues to turn his writer¿s eye to expose more of a slice of Indian life. Vivek ¿Vicky¿ Rai, a thoroughly unpleasant politician¿s son and playboy who¿s literally gotten away with murder of a young woman along with various other crimes and escapades, is found shot dead at a party. And after rounding up those carrying firearms, the local police are left with six suspects for the killer, all with different motivations for wanting Vicky dead. ¿Six Suspects¿ is a tale in the great tradition of the locked-room whodunit, and Swarup retraces the steps that brought each suspect to the party with enough cause to commit murder, and the crossing of paths of the suspects and those surrounding them. The cast is varied and the telling of the story thus far is lively and sharp.If anything, ¿Suspects¿ could be faulted for having the characters be more than a little stereotypical: the glamorous Bollywood actress, the dopey American hick, the streetwise ¿slumdog¿, the corrupt bureaucrat¿but at the end of the day, to be honest, ¿Suspects¿ somehow manages the trick of commentary of bureaucratic corruption in India while being a humorous romp. For that, the sometimes-thin characterization can be forgiven: Swarup¿s strength clearly lies in writing situation and narrative and making it compelling and accessible. Somehow, for a murder mystery, I found myself laughing more than once at the unexpected demonstration of the human comedy in the oddest places, and the twists and turns of the plot. Sometimes it's good to be reminded that mystery doesn't always have to be a heavy, dark genre.The life and death of the thoroughly unpleasant Vicky Rai, and how he touched the lives of the six suspects, is another great effort from Swarup and definitely makes for a nice witty, amusing beach read.
bezoar44 on LibraryThing 26 days ago
This novel starts with the death of a callous young playboy who is celebrating his acquittal from the murder of a bartender, then steps back six months to trace the intertwined stories of the six suspects in his death. The stories include mistaken identities, reversals of fortune, seemingly supernatural interventions, and plenty of pathos as well as dark, satirical humor. My enjoyment was marred by the plot thread focused on a witless Texan come to India to claim his mail order bride; the character is a caricature of a dumb American, but speaks as though the author had recently acquired a book of rural American idioms and wanted to use them all. Perhaps the other characters would be equally annoying if I knew India better, or perhaps they are drawn more effectively.
Clara53 on LibraryThing 26 days ago
Remarkable. I love it when a book is not predictable. Just when you think you have it all figured out, the next page proves you wrong - and this way till the very last page, literally. There is mystery here, there is top-notch satire, there is poignant exposure of Indian corrupt politicians and businessmen. I think this novel has seen the author grow as a writer since his first work "Q & A" (which was made into an Oscar winning movie "Slumdog Millionaire" but which, in my view, was so unjustifiably butchered by the screen writer). The format is rather unusual and intriguing. It's interesting that the author's career as a diplomat must have helped him to get into the mindset of his several major characters in this book - all of them of such different backgrounds. There is even your basic small town Texan with a mouthful of hilariously weird sayings in every sentence - though for this one, I would say, even a diplomat would have had to do a lot of "research" :)... There is a tribal from an island off the Indian shore - through his eyes, the contrast between huge noisy cities and simple nature of his island life is clearer than ever; there is a mega actress/beauty queen, as well as several politicians and businessmen, policemen and such - although these are more or less ubiquitous in their egregious daily dealings,- but altogether they comprise quite a picture. What is really rather striking is the fact that the author has directed such strong criticism into his "own backyard" - after all, being a diplomat, he is part of the government. I applaud him for that. And a word of caution for all those screen writers eager to pounce on this book - please, don't distort it like it was done in the case of "Q & A" ("Slumdog Millionaire) - yes, it won Oscar but only at the price of shocking the western society.
CatheOlson on LibraryThing 26 days ago
I must say I was surprised by how much I enjoyed this book. It caught my eye because it's by the author of [I]Slumdog Millionaire[/I] (or Q&A as it was originally called). Like that book (well, I only saw the movie), this takes place in India. The playboy son of the Home Minister is murdered and there are six suspects taken in. Bit by bit we get their stories and find out why they might have wanted to kill him. It's a big book but moved very fast. I may have to read his first book now.
veracruzlynn on LibraryThing 26 days ago
A fun book--read past the opening to arrive at the fun. The novel takes you thoroughly into the lives and minds of six people, and often those around them, and intertwines in a lovely, sinister way that pleases. The detective voice here is a journalist, but his voice does not interfere with the story. Not a redo of English or American detective stories--nor a repeat of Indian detective stories.
shawnd on LibraryThing 26 days ago
A clever and, of all things, optimistic novel which takes the typical murder mystery formula and invents some new twists. The voice changes throughout, from an ostensible narrator/journalist who is transmitted through his printed articles and headline extras, to a series of murder suspects from all walks of life. Swarup includes the popular expected characters such as corrupt politicians and a Bollywood starlet, but adds in an aborigine and an American in search of his mail-order bride. The author is playful throughout, and one almost forgets the tragic nature of the crimes involved. The book is well enough keeping each different character on pitch that toggling between each suspect's pre-crime saga is enjoyable and transitions well. And Swarup does an (almost) masterful job of placing an American naive Texan in the book and insists on using an endless supply of American slang--even American's would be hard pressed to get all these aphorisms and expressions in--although the author makes a single fatal mistake when this cowboy calls a baseball field a 'baseball pitch', which would never happen. Nevertheless, an almost slapsticky, perfectly executed mystery with a bit of a surprising ending.
CarolineTrevor on LibraryThing 26 days ago
A very fast paced, intriguing book that reads like a film. An interesting mix of characters who invite the reader to immerse themselves in their journeys. Each chapter is almost a stand alone story, yet they weave together and create an enthralling conclusion. Once the reader enters into the worlds of these six suspects, it is difficult to leave until the last word has been read.
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