Regalia was considering whether he should approach the spiky haired fellow first on the chair before proceeding to Mrs.Pall. But a young lady wearing a catchy smirk, came slinking up to Regalia and got in the way. She had no drink in hand but by the looks of it, had downed several full glasses already.
‘Excuse me Inspector’, she began, slurring slightly in an Indian accent.
‘Yes?’ Regalia said, realizing he needed a refill of his cocktail.
‘I suggest you question the family members.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes. In nice cases out of ten, it’s the family that’s done it. No love lost here between Aarav (that’s the groom in case you didn’t know) and his parents and siblings. Money can bring out the worst in people, you should know.’
‘And how are you related to the family, Miss?’
‘Oh, I am not related to these people. Just an old friend of Aarav’s, from college. Nice chap, he was. But you know the saying. One can’t choose one’s family and all that.’
