For the past three years, some of the young officers at the investigation wing in charge of shell companies in Kolkata had a hectic schedule. Beyond working hours, much of their time was spent conducting raids in remote locations and rummaging through layers of financial transactions.
In one instance, the department chased a money trail which ran up to 200 layers of companies. The investigations came with an element of thrill, too. Something like a Stasi-era Soviet vigil, with even the indescribable tea seller being watched for being a suspected messenger to the culprits. In another instance, the puppet director