Three months later…
Rajasthan, North-west India.Luke Weaver stood on the shore looking out over the calm waters of the lake. He had spoken with Commander Mark Tremett and Sir Thomas Boswell at length and agreed with them that his existence and whereabouts should continue to be unknown.
He had considered his options long and hard before agreeing to remain undercover until the next assignment came through. Luke was the best in the service and Sir Thomas Boswell knew it. The old master had used all his powers of persuasion in getting him to stay and was delighted that Luke had finally agreed.
Luke picked up a stone and threw it out into the lake’s waters, watching the ripples roll their way back to shore. This was the lake that Kirin had wanted to see. This was the lake where her grandfath
