Thakur met the silver-coloured US Air Force jet in the VIP area of the Air Force Station. Slightly balding, ruddy-faced, with an aura of power, the senator had a wide smile as he descended from the plane. He seemed a tad disappointed to see the small welcome committee. He had expected some press there to hail America’s critical role in this event. Mohite was hovering around Thakur. Jennifer Poetzcsh was there too, the senator being her responsibility. Suspicious of everything and mistrustful of the security cover provided by the Indians, her hand never strayed from her gun. Thakur, also eager to make his presence felt, accompanied the senator to the hotel to make sure he was comfortably settled in. Ravinder joined them there a bit later, still groggy from the events of the previous night. His head hurt less now, dulled by painkillers, but he was still reeling from the emotional jolt. Ruby’s actions had left him utterly confused. However, still unable to ignore the evidence against her, he would continue the surveillance until the delegates left India.
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