“Why did they deserve it?” Ramesh demanded, the jut of his chin belligerent. “Just because you thought so?” “They were molesting children,” Khushi said. “They deserved far worse than death.” Ramesh quieted. “Still?” “You knew?” Geeta blinked, stunned. Her ears roared. “And you never said anything?” Ramesh tried to shrug. “I mean, yeah, it’s kinda fucked up, they’re little girls—but what, I’m gonna tattle on my friends? No way. There’s a code to these things you’ll never understand. Besides, it’s not like I touch little girls.” “So you’re not a pervert, just a coward?”
