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The streets began to fill again, busy with people continuing with their own daily drama, the little scene quickly forgotten. Morgan and Jake ducked into a side street, away from prying eyes. The heat was now oppressive, the sounds about them threatening. The knife-edge of India had shifted in just a few minutes.
Jake put Martin on speakerphone.
"Marietti was abducted from the hospital twenty minutes ago," he said, his voice crackling a little over the line. Morgan could hear his concern and she felt an echo of it inside herself. "He was unconscious when they took him, but he has a tracker implant. He insisted on having one inserted a few months back. I wondered why at the time, but clearly he's been worried about something like this." A pause, and then Martin's usual no-nonsense voic
