“It’s a ground-breaking ceremony. Some project Santash Grover’s engineering firm was working on. I just pulled it up from the Daily Dawn archives.” She pointed to a slim man in a western suit holding a shovel. “That’s Grover.”

“Who’s the little girl?” Charley asked, leaning closer to get a better look at the lithe teen who stood slightly apart from the group. The intensity of her expression was disarming.

Tesla squinted to read the caption. “That’s odd . . . ”

“What?”

“This says she’s Grover’s daughter, Jana. But nothing else I’ve found so far has mentioned anything about him having a child. His obituary in the Dawn didn’t list any survivors.”

“Maybe it’s a mistake.”

Tesla looked from Grover to the child and back again. The girl’s curly hair and mostly Mediterranean features were distinctly out of place in the predominantly South Asian crowd. But at the same time, her resemblance to Grover was uncanny. They both had the same high forehead, the same full lips.

“Or just maybe she’s gone to great lengths to conceal her identity.”

“What are you looking at?” Jana snapped as she ducked into the back of the limousine outside Le Bourget airport in Paris. Her young Moroccan driver had not been able to take his eyes off of her since they’d met outside customs, but now he quickly averted his gaze, looking down at the tips of his cheap dress shoes.

Normally, Jana might have welcomed the flattery, even from a mongrel like him, but she was in no mood for it this morning. She was furious she’d been forced to kill Crane and hadn’t able to interrogate him further.

She’d spent hours trying to learn what she could about the connection between the Scorpion and the BlueWatch security company. Curiously, despite her considerable talents, she’d been able to find out very little; the company was shrouded in layers of corporate disguise, like a Russian matryoshka doll. Fortunately, though, one of the reasons she hadn’t made much headway was that many BlueWatch employees had left the U.A.E. for a big mission. This in itself was an important find—all the more so when she learned that the flight plans had taken them to Mumbai and New Delhi.

She wasn’t sure what to make of this yet. But she had some ideas.