“Turn around!” Neil said under his hand to keep from being overheard. They were only about twenty feet from the policemen. If the bazaar hadn’t been quite so noisy, they might have been able to hear parts of the man’s conversation.

Taking a breath, Jennifer slowly turned. At that point it was not a clear line of sight between herself and Inspector Prasad. When she and Neil had abruptly stopped, they had blocked the right-of-way, and people trying to pass were backing up. Still, Jennifer could see the side of the policeman’s face, and if he turned his head only ninety degrees, he would be looking directly at her. But he didn’t turn his head, nor did he interrupt his conversation with the uniformed officers.

“He’s not looking at you,” Neil said.

“He doesn’t appear to be,” Jennifer agreed.

“Let’s get out of here before he does,” Neil said, grabbing Jennifer’s arm and giving it a tug.

As the crowd thinned, they were able to pick up the pace and soon emerged from the shadows and tunnel-like atmosphere of the bazaar. The enormous Jama Masjid was now in front and to the right. Jennifer slowed and glanced back over her shoulder into the depths of the bazaar, although she couldn’t see far.

“I feel more exposed out of the bazaar than in it,” she said. “Let’s get out of here.”

“I’m with you,” Neil agreed.

They both started to run, but as they did so, Jennifer kept glancing back over her shoulder.

“You’re really becoming progressivly paranoid, I’m afraid,” Neil commented between breaths.

“You’d be paranoid, too, if someone pointed a gun at you and got killed in the process.”

“I can’t argue with you there.”

Around the front entrance of the mosque they had to slow with the crowds of tourists and those who preyed on them. Jennifer continued checking over her shoulder, and as they neared the parking area, it paid off.

“Don’t look!” Jennifer said, continuing forward. “But that short plainclothes policeman is actually following us.”

Neil stopped, but didn’t turn around. “Where is he?”

“Behind us. Come on! Let’s get out of here.”

“No. Let’s see if he approaches us,” Neil said. “Hey, I’m responsible for you leaving the scene of a crime. I don’t want you getting into trouble for it.”

“Now you’re saying conflicting things.”

“I’m not. Really. As I said, if he recognizes you as having been in that cycle rickshaw, we need to talk to him. Can you still see him?”

Jennifer turned around and scanned the crowd. “No, I don’t.”

Neil turned around and looked. “There he is, moving away from the mosque. Another false alarm.”

“Where?”

Neil pointed.

“You’re right.”

They watched as Inspector Prasad disappeared up the street that butted into the Jama Masjid.

Jennifer glanced at Neil and shrugged. “Sorry!”