They put a slamhound on my tail in New Dehli, slotted it to my pheromones and the color of my hair. It caught up with me on a street called Chandri Chauk and came scrambling for my rented BMW through a forest of bare brown legs and pedicab tires. It's core was a kilogram of recrystallized hexegene and flaked TNT. I didn't see it coming.