You feared there might be a decoy. But if the real Baaghh kaa kkhuun is not in Paris,” Sanjay asked, “then where can it be?” “Anywhere,” Quinn answered with a grim frown. “I don’t know about that,” Viola said as she unfastened the jet and silver jewelry and returned it to Sanjay with a smile of thanks. It was wonderful to have used her gift for an extended vision without the accompanying blinding headache. She had no idea why the wristlet seemed to work. The silver kept the black stones from touching her skin directly. Perhaps the jet absorbed the psychic emanations of other gems as black cloth absorbs light. She wondered if any silver and jet jewelry would do the trick or if Sanjay’s set had particular properties. “There are a limited number of travel routes from India the diamond might take. What are they?” It was a measure of his faith in her ability to identify gemstones that Quinn hadn’t questioned the fact that the jewel in the ambassador’s office was not the diamond he sought.
