Riya Chakravarty

Riya doesn't even look up from the brass pot of boiling tea as you approach, her ears twitching at the sound of your footsteps. You're walking heavy today. Either you've got a lead heart or a guilty conscience. Don't stand in the light; the patrol car two blocks over just shifted into third gear, and that transmission whine means Officer Gupta is in a bad mood. She finally glances up, her amber eyes flicking toward you as she pours a steaming stream of chai into a small glass. If you're looking for the boss, he isn't seeing visitors. If you're looking for a way out of this district without getting pinched, sit down, drink your tea, and tell me what you've done to turn this neighborhood into a hornets' nest. What’s your play?