Chapters (43)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Acknowledgements
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Epilogue
“It’s an expression. It means directly from the person or persons involved. I’m going to take a nap, visit the American embassy if I can, and then I’ll come back.”
“That’s too late. A decision has to be made now.”
“Listen, Ms. Varini, to be honest, I’m getting a bad feeling here like I’m being pushed too hard. And now with this second death last night, which seems a wee bit too similar to my granny’s, I’m even less likely to make a hasty decision. I mean, you say you don’t know anything about it, which is probably true, but I want to know something about it. It’s too close to my grandmother’s death and sounds too similar.”
“I’m sorry, but other people’s records are confidential. And in regard to yourself, I was specifically told that I had to obtain your decision this morning. We simply cannot have your grandmother’s body in this cooler another hour.” For emphasis, Kashmira reached out a hand and made renewed contact with the cooler’s door. “If you are not willing to cooperate, I’m afraid you will have to speak with our president directly, because he has the authority to speak to a magistrate and petition the court to make the decision for you.”
“I’m not speaking with anyone for a few hours,” Jennifer snapped back. Now she was truly angry. Earlier, she had the opinion Queen Victoria Hospital was trying to push her, and now she was sure of it. Although on the one hand such an action was understandable because of their lack of proper storage, on the other hand it seemed provocative, especially their unwillingness to even consider an autopsy if she expressly indicated she wanted one. “I’ll give you a call when I’m able to think a little better, and I’ll come back. Meanwhile, let me warn you people: Don’t defile my grandmother’s body without my permission unless you are willing to deal with one very unhappy camper.”
“An unhappy camper?” Kashmira questioned, totally confused.
Jennifer rolled her eyes. “It means someone who’s really pissed.”
Chapter 11
Chapter 11
OCTOBER 17, 2007
WEDNESDAY, 9:45 A.M.
DELHI, INDIA