Chapter 6:// Sizing up
Bhai Sharan Singh fixed his turban on his head and looked down the way his mark had gone.
He remained there, sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk upon his small carpet. He was playing his flute, his cobra swaying as he did. People stopped and gawked, staring at the sight. It wasn’t something too exotic, they had seen Sikh people before around the city, but the combination of snake and flute was what attracted them.
Plus, the cobra was rather gigantic.
Bhai Sharan was one of the last snake charmers, a fading tradition, even back at the homeland. Here in Greece, he was the only one. It was a great cover for an assassin, pretending to peddle on the streets. He was at the same time extremely visible and completely transparent. People either watched his cobra’s dance,
