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The plan for finding Tony is more than just looking for a
toothpick inside a box of toothpicks…a little more scientific than just taking
a chance on spotting him in any one of a thousand bars operating inside
Kathmandu. Back in my room, I retrieve Elizabeth’s suicide letter, stuff it
into my pocket. Then, lifting the computer lid, I Google Anthony Casale
Excavating. Thank Providence, or Brahma, because unlike my experience when
searching for Elizabeth, not only do I get a website that advertises his
digging services, but I also get a map of his shop’s whereabouts.
Anjali comes up behind me, pulling
her hair into a ponytail when she peeks over my shoulder at the Google map.
She’s wearing black jeans, black combat boots with her pants tucked into them,
and an olive green blous
