Epilogue
Another chopper appears on the scene. This one a Huey that,
like the Blackhawks, bears the signature red Star of David and trident crest of
the Nepalese army. It sets down only a few feet away from the big blue diamond.
Emerging from it is Dr. Singh, neatly attired in a white Nehru jacket and
matching pants. First he goes to Anjali and Rajesh, hugging both of them
tightly, clearly relieved to see that not only have they survived, but they
appear to be in relative good health. He then releases the two and approaches
Tony and me, a broad smile planted on his face.
“Why is it the good guys always
show up after the battle?” Tony whispers.
“Shush,” I say. “This good guy has
a thick wallet, and he owes us big time. You’ve got an office and a bar to
rebuild, remember?”
“You
