En route and after checking the time, Jennifer reconfirmed her plans of doing some sightseeing during the morning and exercising and lying around the pool in the afternoon. After her breakfast with Rita, she was even more convinced something weird was afoot, and she didn’t want to obsess. As she looked out the cab’s window, she was becoming familiar enough with Delhi traffic to recognize that the morning rush hour was beginning to abate. In place of stop-and-go it was crawl-and-go, so it was as good a time as any for her to drive around the city.

Back at the hotel, she didn’t bother going up to her room. Using the house phone, she called Lucinda Benfatti.

“Hope I’m not calling too early,” Jennifer said apologetically.

“Heavens, no,” Lucinda said.

“I just had breakfast with a woman whose husband died last night, not at the Queen Victoria but at another similar hospital.”

“We can certainly sympathize with her.”

“In more ways than one. The whole situation resembles our experience. Once again, CNN was aware before she was.”

“That makes three deaths,” Lucinda stated. She was shocked. “Two can be a coincidence; three in three days cannot.”

“That’s my thought exactly.”

“I’m certainly glad your medical examiner friends are coming.”

“I feel exactly the same, but I feel like I’m treading water until they get here. Today I’m going to try not to think about it. I might even try to act like a tourist. Would you like to accompany me? I really don’t care what I see. I just want to take my mind off everything.”

“That’s probably a good idea, but not for me. I just couldn’t do it.”

“Are you sure?” Jennifer asked, unsure if she should try to insist for Lucinda’s sake.

“I’m sure.”

“Here I am saying I want to take my mind off everything, and I have a couple of questions for you. First, did you find out from your friend in New York what time he learned about Herbert’s passing on CNN?”

“Yes, I did,” Lucinda said. “I wrote it down somewhere. Hold on!”

Jennifer could hear Lucinda moving things around on the desk and mumbling to herself. It took about a minute for her to come back on the line. “Here it is. I wrote it on the back of an envelope. It was just before eleven a.m. He remembered because he’d turned the TV on to watch something scheduled at eleven.”

“Okay,” Jennifer said, as she wrote down the time. “Now I have another request. Do you mind?”

“Not at all.”