“It was their inability to explain how he died that really influenced me,” Rita had explained. “First it was a simple heart attack, then a stroke with a heart attack, then a heart attack causing a stroke. They couldn’t seem to make up their minds. When I suggested an autopsy, that’s when they got almost belligerent; well, at least the case manager got angry. The surgeon seemed unconcerned.”

“Did they mention whether he had turned blue when he had his heart attack?” Jennifer had asked.

“He did mention that,” Rita had responded. “He said that the fact it cleared so dramatically with artificial respiration had made him optimistic he was going to pull through.”

Rita paused for a moment before asking, “What about your forensic pathology friends who are on their way here to help with your grandmother? You mentioned they could check my husband’s case as well. Is that still a possibility?”

“They’re en route, so I haven’t had a chance to ask them. But I’m sure it will be fine.”

“I would really appreciate it. The more I thought about your comment about us owing it to our loved ones, the more I agree. From everything you’ve told me, I’ve become suspicious, too.”

“I will ask them tonight when they arrive and get back to you tomorrow,” Jennifer said.

Rita sighed, and as a few new tears welled up, she carefully pressed a tissue against each eye in turn. “I think I’m talked out, and I know I’m exhausted. Maybe I’d better head upstairs. Luckily, I have a couple of old Xanax tablets. If I ever needed one, this is the time.”

Both women stood and spontaneously hugged. Jennifer was surprised at how frail Rita felt. It was as though if she squeezed too hard, some bones might crack.

They said good-bye in the lobby. Jennifer promised to call in the morning, and Rita thanked her for listening. Then they parted.

As Jennifer exited the hotel, she promised herself a real taxi, not an auto rickshaw, on her ride back to the Amal.

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

OCTOBER 18, 2007
THURSDAY, 9:45 A.M.
NEW DELHI, INDIA

On the relatively short run from the Imperial hotel back to the Amal Palace Hotel, Jennifer decided the regular taxi wasn’t that much more relaxing than the auto rickshaw except for having sides, providing at least the impression of being safer. The taxi driver was as aggressive as the auto rickshaw driver had been, but his vehicle was slightly less maneuverable.