Michael did not know whether it was day or night because the cell he was in had neither window nor ventilation. Only a dim light provided enough light to recognize the four walls.

After about six hours, he was again led out of the cell. He was back in a black van, with four officers. One of them was a known face but the other three were totally strangers. They were talking in Hindi so he did not understand a word of their conversation.

They drove for about an hour aimlessly through the streets of the city. Michael knew that they were simply wasting time, may be killing the time before an appointment somewhere.

One of them introduced himself as Inspector Ramesh. He informed Michael that everything had been taken care of and they would be taking him to the airport after about three hours.

One: We are really sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Michael.

Two: But why did not you inform us that you were what you are?

Three: Your Embassy people have instructed us about everything.

Four: We have bought a few clothes for you. I hope they fit you. They are in that suitcase at the back.

Michael turned and looked at a big suitcase behind the seat.

One: Here are your papers!

Michael: Thank you.

Two: We hope you had a pleasant stay in India.

Michael: As pleasant as shit! I will never forget those two slaps!

They all began to laugh.

Three: Our line of work does not give us choice.

Michael: You are right.

One: Do you need anything else?

Michael: Where is Shabir’s dead body?

Two: His body will be sent back to US in three day’s time.

Michael: What about master?

One: He is in the hole.

Michael: And what about my laptop and bags.

Two: You will receive your things in about two weeks.

Michael (with a laugh): Doesn’t that judge in Srinagar want to read my book?

One (with a big smile): We have given him the synopsis.

Two: He liked your writing style.

Michael: I know I am a good writer.

One: Mumtaz has been sent back to Alabama.

Michael: What else does she know?

Two: Nothing more than she already knows. You are her husband and you are in trouble.

Michael: How is my son?

One: Frank sent me a photo of his from US. Here it is!

Michael: He is a replica of mine, isn’t he?

Two: Mr. Michael, we have to say goodbye to you now.

Michael: Yes, a common American tourist can’t hire guides for a very long period.

They shook hands and the car stopped. Michael picked the bag and stepped out of the car. He had already changed his dress. He looked like a typical American tourist who was going to catch his flight back home from the New Delhi airport.