Amra followed Deol while Kaspinsky tried to talk to Donald. Once out of earshot, she asked, “Why did he lie about his service?” “Well, it’s complicated. He was assigned to Captain Bipen’s case when she developed amnesia. They fell in…
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Come Like a Tailor, Part 4
Sita followed the children back to the gazebo. Her expression changed from gentle regard for her children to wary watchfulness of Deol and the others. She greeted them. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Deol studied her face. There were streaks of…
Come Like a Tailor, Part 3
The journey north on the hover train took less than three hours. Deol stared out the window at the blurred landscape as they traveled from tropical Manali to the alpine meadows of Pandukeshwar in the foothills of the Himalayas. Mercifully,…
Come Like a Tailor, Part 2
Three days later, Deol surveyed carnage of a different sort. She adjusted her face mask. The heat of the Tamil afternoon wasn’t helping with the smell of decay and blood. She stepped over a body as the United Nations observer…
Come Like a Tailor, Part 1
Push about, in and out, thimble them cleverly, Here’s to the King and Donald McGillivray. Captain Lakshmi Deol moved silently through the marshy jungle of Bangladesh. The steady rain did little to alleviate the heat. She made eye contact briefly…