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Doctor.”
    “You speak the truth,” he says,
taking the tea in hand, nodding his head in thanks, then, exhaling. “I suppose
you want to know how I’m convinced your Elizabeth lives and how I’ve become
aware of her whereabouts.”
    …You’re Elizabeth…
    I steal a drink of beer, feel my
heart beating inside my ribcage. “First of all, Dr. Singh, you must have done
your homework to know that I experienced a love affair once upon a time with a
woman named Dr. Elizabeth Flynn. And second, if you’ve spent that much time
doing your homework, you must be jonesin’ to employ me.”
    “Jonesing?”
    “Figure of speech.”
    “Ahh, yes.” He beams. “Now I
remember…Back when I was in college, students would jones for a cigarette.
Or some marijuana. Or some Old Milwaukee beer. Very bad for the digestive
track.”
    “Exactly.”
    “I can’t reveal precisely who my
sources inside India and Nepal are. But word has come to me that Elizabeth
Flynn is indeed alive and located somewhere near the Chitwan National Forest
along with my son.”
    “She and Rajesh are together?”
    “Yes.” He swallows hard, his Adam’s
apple running up and down the interior of his neck. “The search for Rajesh is
all-consuming, Mr. Baker. And I can’t think of a better man to get him back for
me…for his parents. Therefore, I have indeed done my research and what I found
along the way might startle you.”
    “And, of course, you’re not going to
give me any details about Elizabeth’s so-called resurrection until I locate
Rajesh and bring him back to you.”
    “You use the word resurrection, Mr.
Baker. But are you certain she perished in the first place?”
    In my head, I travel back five
years.
    I’m pacing the wood floor of my apartment,
worried out of my skull because I haven’t heard from Elizabeth in close to a
month. Of course, it’s possible this is her way of ending it, but my gut tells
me different. A call comes on my cell phone. One of those calls that have a
certain ring to it. A ring that signals anything but the garden variety phone
call. A ring that instead stops your heart, sends a shot of ice water through
your veins. I answer the phone, put it to my ear.
    “Yes,” the word peels itself
from the back of my dry-as-sand throat.
    “Are you Chase?” speaks the
voice of a woman on the other end. “Chase Baker?”
    “I am.”
    “My name is Samantha. I’m
calling from India. I’m a colleague of Elizabeth Flynn’s. I’m…I’m afraid I have
some bad news for you…”
    Dr. Singh is right.
    Elizabeth was never reported as perished.
Officially, that is. But what her colleague revealed was that she’d gone
missing in Nepal, somewhere near the Chitwan National Forest. That the Nepalese
Army was looking for her, but coming up with nothing. I can’t begin to tell you
how many times I nearly dropped everything to go look for her. But something
stopped me. A voice inside me that kept telling me Elizabeth didn’t want to be
found. And that if I did succeed in finding her without getting myself killed,
she’d just leave me again…or worse, send me away.
    That was half a decade ago, just weeks
after my father died of a heart attack. Since that time, I haven’t heard a
word. Until last month that is, when I received a strange envelope in the mail
that contained no return address. Inside the envelope was the bronze key she’d
discovered in the Rome antiquities shop…the key to the Golden Kali Statue…along
with a letter.
    The letter, which contained only a
few words and a couple of hand-drawn but detailed illustrations of the statue,
was signed by Elizabeth. Up until I pulled that letter out, I didn’t know
whether or not to take the key seriously, as if it were an elaborate joke
cooked up by some sick-minded individual.
    But then, this was no ruse. It
looked very much like the real thing. A totally legitimate letter signed by the
woman I loved but tried so hard to