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CHAPTER 25

“Oh, yes—I understand you perfectly!”

“I wish I might take this for a compliment; but to be so easily seen through I am afraid is pitiful.”

Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

The ferry slowed and came to a stop, grinding its string of worn rubber tires along the wooden wharf at Ҫengelköy.

Ҫengelköy. Now I remembered where I’d seen that name. It had been in Peter’s notes. I’d keep my eyes open. Or at least try to think why Peter had jotted it into his files.

As I jumped across the space between the boat and the shore, a few sharp raindrops hit my uncovered head. Andover hailed a taxi whose driver seemed to know him well, and we bumped over narrow cobblestone streets for ten minutes until the car stopped. Lights welcomed from windows as we stepped from the street to a little set of stairs. High walls loomed on each side of the lighted portion of the traditional wooden yali. But tree branches visible against the city-hued night sky promised garden delights in warmer weather.

“Welcome to my house,” said Andover, with a smile and a grand gesture of his well-manicured hands.