Jack said smoothly, “Why don’t you ask Mr. Hamada? He seems to be on the case.”
We all pinned our gazes on Chris expectantly.
“What do I know?” he blurted out.
A light came into Kavi’s dark eyes. “You’re onto the big picture,” he said. “Tell you what. Suppose we talk about it over tea?”
***
I had never been to afternoon tea. The Halls were coffee drinkers; so was Brisa’s family. I said so, but Kavi told me he’d show us the ropes and that the beverage wasn’t as important as the experience.
He started to steer us to a chai cart on one of the immaculate streets near the river, but Jack cut in and said we deserved the full-meal deal. Which, as it turned out, for high tea, meant a lavish spread in the courtyard of the fanciest hotel I’d ever seen.
Until now, that pinnacle had been reache
