She was resting her head against the back of the sofa and had her eyes closed. The saree draped over her chest was fluttering carelessly under the str...ng breeze from the fan above us.Mom seemed to sense me scanning her body, and she opened her eyes. “What?” she said, nodding at me.I smiled at her. “Why don’t you go take a bath, and I’ll get us some dinner,” I said and left.I returned home in a little while with our dinner from a nearby hotel and some loose jasmine and rose. I could hear mom. The AI had given a preliminary assessment that the youngster was going to be a concubine, as she was far too unaggressive for a 6.5 CAP score. She was more than a little embarrassed by her concubine shift, which had been modified to be white and proclaim in a large font that fluoresced under the dance lighting "I'm 13" to all and sundry. She'd have preferred to wear a plain shift if she had to wear anything at all, and maybe get a chance at having her cherry picked by one of these handsome. "911, what's your emergency?" My boys and I just witnessed a murder," Dad replied."Where are you sir? Do you need an ambulance?" No. We're at the warehouse district on Chamberlin about two blocks fromwhere the murder took place. The killer is between two warehouses onLincoln Avenue." I'm calling the police. Wait where you are." I won't do that. My boys might be in danger. I'll take them home andcall the police station to give my statement. Please hurry before theman gets away."Dad shut his cell. Jaz was long gone. Poor guy. He was left to fend for himself while I was in the hospital. He spent a day or two hanging on to Mom after she got back, following her everywhere. Then he remembered it was summer. He'd eat breakfast, go to one of his buddy's to play, maybe be home for lunch, maybe be home for dinner, maybe be home at night, then go to sleep. He always got permission to play with somebody else, eat a meal somewhere, go to the pool, beach, park with some kid and his parents, even.