“I don’t know if I’ll get away with it,” Jennifer admitted. “The company, Foreign Medical Solutions, out of Chicago, is paying my hotel bill, but I don’t know whether it’s for extras or not. If not, it will have to go on my credit card.”

Inside the lobby they hesitated. “Are you hungry?” Neil asked.

“Not at all,” Jennifer admitted. “I feel like I ODed on caffeine.”

“What would you like to do? Or would you like me to make a suggestion, since you’re so wired?”

“The latter,” Jennifer responded without hesitation. She didn’t feel capable of thinking about practical issues.

“When I checked in last night, I was told they have a full spa with weights, stationary bikes, the works. Do you have some gym clothes?”

“I do.”

“Perfect. Maybe a little workout is what you need. After we do that, maybe you’ll be hungry for something, and if so, we can have it out by the pool. Then, later this afternoon, if you are up to it, we could go over and meet with someone in the consular section at the American embassy. They can give you their take on the episode in the bazaar and what you should do.”

“I don’t know if I want to go the embassy, but the idea of a workout and going out to the pool was my original plan. I’m definitely up for it.”

“Miss Hernandez!” a voice called out. Jennifer turned in its direction. She could see one of the concierges waving a slip of paper. She excused herself from Neil and stepped over to his desk.

“You are back early,” Sumit said. “I hope you enjoyed your sightseeing.”

“It wasn’t quite what I had in mind,” Jennifer said, reluctant to tell him exactly what had happened.

“I’m very sorry,” Sumit said. “Is there something we could have done differently?”

“I think it was my problem,” Jennifer admitted, and then changed the subject. “Do you have something for me?”

“Yes, we do. We got this urgent message for you. You are to call Kashmira Varini, and here is the message and the number.” Jennifer took the number. She was vexed to be bothered. On her way back to Neil, she opened the message. It said, “We have arranged to do something very special for your grandmother. Please call Kashmira Varini.” Jennifer stopped and reread the message. She was mystified. The first thing that went through her mind was that perhaps they had seen the light and were planning on doing an autopsy. Continuing on, she showed the message to Neil.

“This is the lady who’s been my bête noire,” Jennifer said.

“Give her a call!” Neil responded, handing the paper back.

“You think so? I just cannot believe that she might be doing something appropriate.”

“There’s only one way to find out.”