Laura felt a tingle of unease. She’d flown around the world with such bruising speed—the culture shock had odd side effects. Some pattern-seeking side of her brain had gone into overdrive. She’d seen Singapore store clerks with the faces of pop stars, and street cops who looked like presidents. Even Suvendra herself reminded Laura somehow of Grace Webster, her mother-in-law. No physical resemblance, but the vibe was there. Laura had always gotten on very well with Grace.