When they were almost out of the market, Xia Lei spotted a shop selling wheat, beans and other farming supplies. He’d also spotted the owner and he was a burly, bearded, headscarf-wearing man of about forty; a typical Pashtun. 

As they drew closer to the shop, Tang Yu-Yan lowered her voice and said, “Right there. The one in the doorway is Karam, our guide.” 

Xia Lei scanned their surroundings. There were less people here but it was still bustling. He didn’t see any suspicious people but he was uneasy for some reason. He felt like there was a pair of eyes watching him and Tang Yu-Yan. 

He had his X-ray vision but this was not a catch-all ability. He was unable to observe each and every person in such a busy environment, and he lacked the experience in surveillance. 

Tang Yu-Yan led Xia Lei to the grains shop but did not stop at it. She went past the shop and into a jewellery shop next to it. 

Pakistan’s goldsmiths and silversmiths were world-famous and the jewellery shop was...