“What are your plans for tonight, brother? More prayer?”

“Of course. But not until late. I must attend a reception hosted by the U.K. Mission at eight.”

“That sounds interesting. Would they mind if I came along?”

Kusum brightened. “You would come with me? That would be wonderful. I’m sure they would be glad to have you.”

“Good.” A perfect opportunity to keep an eye on him. Now… to anger him. “But I’ll have to find something to wear.”

“You will be expected to dress like a proper Indian woman.”

“In a sari?” She laughed in his face. “You must be joking!”

“I insist! Or I will not be seen with you!”

“Fine. Then I’ll bring my own escort: Jack.”

Kusum’s face darkened with rage. “I forbid it!”

Kolabati moved closer to him. Now was the moment. She watched his eyes carefully.

“What will you do to stop it? Send a rakosh after him as you did last night?”

“A rakosh? After Jack?” Kusum’s eyes, his face, the way the cords of his neck tightened—they all registered shock and bafflement. He was the consummate liar when he wished to be, but Kolabati knew she had caught him off guard, and everything in his reaction screamed the fact that he didn’t know. He didn’t know!

“There was one outside his apartment window last night!”

“Impossible!” His face still wore a bewildered expression. “I’m the only one who…”

“Who what?”

“Who has an egg.”

Kolabati reeled. “You have it withyou?”

“Of course. Where could it be safer?”

“In Bengal!”

Kusum shook his head. He appeared to be regaining some of his composure. “No. I feel better when I know exactly where it is at all times.”

“You had it with you when you were with the London Embassy, too?”

“Of course.”

“What if it had been stolen?”

He smiled. “Who would even know what it was?”

With an effort, Kolabati mastered her confusion. “I want to see it. Right now.”

“Certainly.”

He led her into his bedroom and pulled a small wooden crate from a corner of the closet. He lifted the lid, pushed the excelsior aside, and there it was. Kolabati recognized the egg. She knew every blue mottle on its gray surface, knew the texture of its cool, slippery surface like her own skin. She brushed her fingertips over the shell. Yes, this was it: a female rakosh egg.

Feeling weak, Kolabati backed up and sat on the bed.

“Kusum, do you know what this means? Someone has a nest of rakoshi here in New York! “

“Nonsense! This is the very last rakosh egg. It could be hatched, but without a male to fertilize the female, there could be no nest.”

“Kusum, I know there was a rakosh there!”

“Did you see it? Was it male or female?”

“I didn’t actually see it—”

“Then how can you say there are rakoshi in New York?”

“The odor!” Kolabati felt her own anger rise. “Don’t you think I know the odor?”