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CHAPTER 33

Hey, who’s there? Who laughs?

No one, I guess. Dark, empty halls.

Yet laughter rings in my ears.

Günğör Dilmen, “The Ears of King Midas” (play)

Erol Metin vomited in a shadowed gutter. He had followed orders. He had gone out on his own to uphold the honor of glorious Turkey. He should feel proud.

He did not feel proud.

Erol had not killed before. Perhaps this was a normal reaction. He was glad his sister could not see him.

The victim—why did that word come to mind?—had broken with the Silver Wolves. Altan had taken an oath and then had been lured away with money. Someone’s money. That was a capital offense in the group. New members were required to prove allegiance by carrying out the execution.

So he had followed Altan to the Pera Palas, where he apparently had non-Wolves business. While Altan waited in the shadows, Erol’s knife had come out and done its work.

Work. Just work. Remember that… It was all for the glorious cause.

He vomited again, wiped his mouth, and made his way back to Eminönü and the ferry.

The companion who had been training him for several days, Yusuf, fell into line behind him at the ferry. As their eyes met, Yusuf gave an almost imperceptible thumbs up.

So Erol was being followed and checked on. He wasn’t surprised.