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“We’ve been invited to tea at Madeline Wong’s,” I said, the moment Althea picked up the phone. We’d spent the last day or so confined at the hotel and I was bored. We were still at the Himalaya Hotel and I was going out of my mind. The bombing of the government building and the destruction of the properties around had thrown everyone into a tizzy. I considered myself lucky, having escaped with some minor cuts and bruises. “Think you’re up for it?”

Althea’s laughter pealed through the earpiece. “Girl, if it means getting out of this room, the answer is a resounding yes.”

“Good. Madeline’s invited all of us to her home.”

“That was nice of her. Is this some fancy dress-up occasion?”

“Just look decent. She’s the fabulous woman who’s my benefactor and who helped me land this assignment. A car’s being sent for us. Can you be ready in an hour?”

“Absolutely.”

It turned out being inside the SUV—and the air bag—actually saved me from severe bodily harm. The brick building I hit was near the government office building I had just been in. And the bomb went off right when I lost control of the SUV.