Fury's Goddess

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. It just bums me out sometimes when I think about him being gone. We could have had some fun times together.”

She put a hand on his arm. “If it helps, I’m sure he’d be very proud of what you’ve accomplished in your life. Your professional life, I mean. That stunt on the airplane—” she grinned “—probably not so much.”

The elevator doors opened and they were back in the lobby. They headed for the main desk. Annja was about to beckon the security guard to call them a taxi when Frank stopped her.

“Hey, there’s Pradesh.”

And sure enough, the policeman came striding across the lobby. “I was wondering when you’d make your escape.”

Annja studied him suspiciously. “Where’d you disappear to?”

Pradesh cocked an eyebrow. “Why, down here, of course. Once Dunraj made his introduction of you and Frank, I decided it might be a good idea to have the car waiting. Neither of you strike me as being fond of mobs of ardent admirers. Well, perhaps Frank…” He smiled as he said it and even Annja had to grin.

“You could have told us.”

“Now, where would the fun be in that? I imagined you making a grand exit, throwing people aside while Frank led the way to the elevator. Was I close?”

“Not even remotely,” Annja said. “Aside from us taking the elevator down here again.”

“Ah, well, my powers of perception aren’t in the psychic realm. I apologize if I caused you any distress.” He offered Annja his arm.

“No distress,” she said, taking the arm to be polite. “We were going to grab a taxi back to the hotel.”

“No need. I have the Mercedes waiting.”

The Hyderabad night was balmy but with enough of a breeze to make it pleasant. Pradesh kept the windows down, and as they drove away from Dunraj’s office park, Annja caught the scent of the trees on the breeze and suddenly felt very tired. The trip over had been a long one.

Pradesh, for his part, seemed energized. “How about a bite to eat?”

“I’m starving,” Frank chimed in from the backseat. “I didn’t see very much to eat at the party.”

“That’s because you were too busy concentrating on the women,” she said. “There was an entire conference table laid out with food.”

Pradesh chuckled. “Frank, I rather doubt any of those women would be as appealing as you think they are.”

“Why?” Frank asked. “They seemed, uh, ready, willing and able to me.”

“No doubt they are all that.”

“But?”

“Well, it’s just that they’re also all…” He seemed to be searching for the right term. “Gold diggers, isn’t that what you call them?”

Annja nodded.

“Yes. Dunraj enjoys knowing they would fight to the death if he asked them to. And they would. I have broken up one or two fights at his parties when some of the women got territorial. They don’t take kindly to strangers coming into their feeding grounds, as it were.”

“I’m glad we got out of there when we did.”

Pradesh looked at Annja. “I know you’re tired—”

“I’m not.”

Pradesh held up his hand. “I can see it on your face. But I know a nice little place where the food is excellent. It would be an honor to take you both there. We could relax and talk.”

“Any chance I can get changed first?” Frank asked.

“What about you? Would you prefer to change?”

Annja shrugged. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt to get into some more comfortable clothes. These heels are killing me. I miss my boots.”

“Very well. We can swing by your hotel and then go from there.”

They got back within ten minutes thanks to the way Pradesh maneuvered through the traffic. He leaned against the Mercedes in the roundabout outside the hotel’s entrance. “I’ll be here.”

Annja was dressed and back down in five minutes. Frank showed up two minutes later looking significantly more relaxed than he had been earlier. He wore jeans and a loose button-down shirt. Annja was relieved he hadn’t opted for some obnoxious T-shirt.

Pradesh had also changed out of his suit. “Did you strip right out here in public?” Annja asked.

He laughed. “I carry a change of clothes at all times. It enables me to react to all situations.”

“Good plan,” Annja said as they got into the car. “So, where are we going?”

“A family restaurant. I don’t know where you may have traveled before, Annja, but the smallest, least-known restaurants are sometimes the best. It’s no different here in Hyderabad. If you’ll trust me to guide you, I think you will agree the meal is something spectacular.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Pradesh glanced in the rearview mirror. “Is that all right, Frank?”

“Sure, I’m starving.”

“You like spicy food?”

“Back home I love the Indian food at a small place near my apartment. So if it’s anything like that, I’m all in.”

“Probably not, but we’ll see.”

He slipped the Mercedes in and out of traffic before getting off the busy thoroughfare and ducking onto quieter side streets. They drove slowly through a busy neighborhood and then down another side street where the noise died down. Finally, Pradesh turned into a small lot and parked the car.

“We’re here.”

They got out and headed for an unmarked red door. Inside, they were hit by a waft of scents that made Annja’s mouth water. “Oh, my God, it smells incredible in here.”

“Ajay?”

Pradesh smiled as a rotund woman rushed up, wiping her hands on her apron. She clutched him up in a giant hug. “Oh, my boy!”

Pradesh gave her a kiss and then turned to Annja and Frank. “I’d like you to meet my mother, Peta.”