“Don’t be silly. Until he turned up that street I would have thought he was following us as well.”

Jennifer and Neil continued on, entering the parking lot. Neil, as the taller one, was able to rise up on his toes and see over the sea of cars. The first black Mercedes they saw was not the Amal Palace car, but the second one was. Then it took the parking attendants almost twenty minutes to move all the cars boxing it in. Five minutes after that Jennifer and Neil were back on the main road heading south toward the Amal Palace.

“I thought you were going to go to Karim’s,” the driver said to Jennifer, while glancing at her in the rearview mirror.

“I lost my appetite,” Jennifer called from the backseat. “I just want to go back to the hotel.”

“Have you seen any sights here in Delhi?” Neil asked Jennifer.

“None,” Jennifer said. “This was to be my big attempt. Unfortunately it was a bust.” She held out her hand. It was trembling, not as much as it had been right after the shooting event but grossly shaking nonetheless.

“Despite this disaster, I gather you are doing much better dealing with your grandmother’s issues than you thought you would be able to do.”

Jennifer took in a deep breath and let it out through partially pursed lips. “I guess I am. I didn’t realize how much of a separation I would be making between my grandmother’s body and her soul or spirit. I don’t know if it is a side benefit of going to medical school and having worked with cadavers or what. Of course, when I looked at Granny’s body the first time, it got to me. But since then, I’ve been thinking of it as just a used body, and what it can tell us about how she died. At this point I really want there to be an autopsy.”

“Are they going to do an autopsy for you?”

“I wish. No, no autopsy. They have a signed death certificate, and once that’s signed, they want the body embalmed or cremated. My grandmother’s case manager is dead set, so to speak, on getting the body disposed of and has been ragging on me from day one, which for me was Monday morning.”

“Where is the body, in a morgue?”

“Yeah, sure,” Jennifer voiced with a mocking laugh. “Granny’s body and that of a man named Benfatti are in a cafeteria cooler. Yesterday morning, I actually saw my granny’s body in there. It’s not a perfect location for lots of reasons, but it’s okay. It’s cold enough.”

“What’s this other body you mentioned?”