dock itself is where he moors his yacht whenever he’s in town. Place was done from top to bottom. Dad was the project director, at Savage’s request. The guy had the works: new floors, windows, upgraded the IT systems, the security, the whole audio-visual thing, home cinema. Major, major money was spent.”
“When was this?” Ash asked.
“About a year ago.”
“This security, what’s it like?” asked Parvati.
“Top notch. Presence detectors on the roof. Thermal and motion sensors on all floors. Six-digit PIN on entry. CCTV as standard with remote recording. Alarms hard-wired to both the local police station and a private security firm with a two-minute response-time guarantee.”
Ash looked at Parvati. “What do you think?”
Parvati frowned. “Thermals I could bypass. My body temperature is the local ambient.”
Of course Parvati, like all reptiles, was cold-blooded. “And the rest?”
“If there was a vent or drain, I could get in without worrying about the door alarm system.”
“I’ve a suggestion,” said Ashoka.
“Yeah, in a minute,” replied Ash. “So the problem’s the motion sensors, right?”
“Ahem,” said Ashoka.
“In a minute. But they would be deactivated if the house was occupied. Stands to reason.”
Parvati shook her head. “The building would be zoned. All the unoccupied spaces would still be alarmed. If Savage has any sense.”
“Look, I’ve an idea—”
Ash turned around. “Will you just be quiet and let the grown-ups talk?”
“So you don’t want to hear how I can bypass the security system?” Ashoka shrugged. “Fine. Carry on. Ignore me.”
“What? Seriously?” said Ash, trying his best to hold back his irritation. “Why didn’t you just say? Oh, never mind. How?”
Ashoka looked at Elaine. “Your laptop still on?”
“All yours.”
Ashoka took the chair. A few seconds later the screen went to the webpage of Mistry and Partners.
“Dad runs his own company?” said Ash.
“Yours doesn’t?”
“No way. He’s not even an assistant director.”
“All perks of being on the Savage payroll,” said Ashoka. “Anyway, Dad designed the security system. And, like all software, it needs upgrading on a regular basis.” He skimmed over another page and logged in. “You’d think Dad would have a better password than—”
“AshandLucky?” said Ash.
“AshokaandLucky,” corrected Ashoka. “And … open sesame.”
A 3D wire diagram of a large four-storey townhouse appeared. Ashoka spun it around using the mouse so they could see the outline of every room. It was drawn in immense detail. Zooming in, Ash could inspect the doors, the windows and even the chimneys which were, sadly, blocked. “That’s pretty cool.”
“I helped design it,” said Ashoka. “The model, that is. Got me the science prize at school last year.”
“All very lovely,” said Parvati, “but what about the security?”
Ashoka scrolled down to a series of reference numbers. “These are temporary PINs. If we needed to upgrade the system, we’d need to disable it first. These numbers here give us access. Then the PIN returns to whatever code Savage has been using. It’s just a manufacturer’s reset really, like on most electronic items. A security system’s not much different.”
Parvati grinned at them both. “Then what are we waiting for?”
While Ashoka went to get ready, Ash and Parvati stacked the plates and bowls in the kitchen sink. Ash got the tap running and the sink filling with steaming water. He glanced over his shoulder. “Ashoka is such a smart-arse.”
“Ha!” replied Parvati as she passed him dirty cutlery.
“What do you mean, ‘ha’?”
“He’s so like you it’s just bizarre.”
Ash frowned. “I am nothing like Ashoka. His mouth is on constant overdrive and he thinks he knows everything.”
“Sooo different from you.”
“Y’know, Parvati, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.”
Parvati glanced slyly sideways at him. “What was that you said about being a smart-arse?”
The mobile on the table rang. Ashoka must have left it. Where was he? Ash picked it up. Then he saw the name on the display.
Gemma.
“Ashoka?” Ash heard Gemma’s voice coming from the phone. He hadn’t even realised he’d answered it.
“… Yes?”
“It’s me, Gemma.”
Ash could only listen. In his timeline Gemma had died in his arms. Just a few months ago he’d watched her eyes fade and heard her last sigh.
Ash had been friends with Gemma since primary school. They had played together every day as kids, but had gone their separate ways at secondary school. Gemma had gone off to join the cool kids while he’d become a founding member of the Nerd Herd. It was only after he’d become the Kali-aastra and defeated Ravana that he had found the courage to ask her out. Funny that he wasn’t afraid of a demon king, but was terrified to ask a girl out on a date.
He hadn’t realised that when he came back from India his troubles would follow him to his front door and the people he cared about would suffer, would die, because of him.
He’d wanted things to get back to normal. But they would never be normal again.
This was a second chance. His heart quickened. In this timeline Gemma was alive! Like Savage’s, his mistakes had been fixed.
“Say something, Ashoka.”
“It’s good to hear your voice again, Gemma.” She had no idea how good.
“You weren’t at school today. What’s up?”
“Family emergency. Sorry.”
“Oh … all right. Everything OK?” asked Gemma, sounding concerned.
“Fine, fine,” said Ash, wishing it was.
“Anyway …” she paused, “… last night was great, wasn’t it?”
The
