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'
Use
the
radio
,
’
the
Armenian
said
,
through
gritted
teeth
.
'
Call
in
Mahmut
.
We
must
get
him
out
of
here
.
This
is
not
a
good
place
.
’
'
Little
prick
nearly
made
it
,
’
the
Finn
said
,
his
knees
cracking
loudly
as
he
stood
up
,
brushing
ineffectually
at
the
legs
of
his
trousers
.
'
You
were
watching
the
horror
-
show
,
right
?
Not
the
hamburger
that
got
tossed
out
of
sight
.
Real
cute
.
Well
,
help
’
em
get
his
ass
outa
here
.
I
gotta
scan
all
that
gear
before
he
wakes
up
,
make
sure
Armitage
is
getting
his
money
’
s
worth
.
’
Molly
bent
and
picked
something
up
.
A
pistol
.
'
A
Nambu
,
’
she
said
.
'
Nice
gun
.
’
Terzibashjian
made
a
whining
sound
.
Case
saw
that
most
of
his
middle
finger
was
missing
.
With
the
city
drenched
in
predawn
blue
,
she
told
the
Mercedes
to
take
them
to
Topkapi
.
The
Finn
and
an
enormous
Turk
named
Mahmut
had
taken
Riviera
,
still
unconscious
,
from
the
alley
.
Minutes
later
,
a
dusty
Citroen
had
arrived
for
the
Armenian
,
who
seemed
on
the
verge
of
fainting
.
'
You
’
re
an
asshole
,
’
Molly
told
the
man
,
opening
the
ear
door
for
him
.
'
You
shoulda
hung
back
.
I
had
him
in
my
sights
as
soon
as
he
stepped
out
.
’
Terzibashjian
glared
at
her
.
'
So
we
’
re
through
with
you
anyway
.
’
She
shoved
him
in
and
slammed
the
door
.
'
Run
into
you
again
and
I
’
ll
kill
you
,
’
she
said
to
the
white
face
behind
the
tinted
window
.
The
Citroen
ground
away
down
the
alley
and
swung
clumsily
into
the
street
.
Now
the
Mercedes
whispered
through
Istanbul
as
the
city
woke
.
They
passed
the
Beyoglu
tunelterminal
and
sped
past
mazes
of
deserted
back
streets
,
run
-
down
apartment
houses
that
reminded
Case
vaguely
of
Paris
.
'
What
is
this
thing
?
’
he
asked
Molly
,
as
the
Mercedes
parked
itself
on
the
fringes
of
the
gardens
that
surround
the
Seraglio
.
He
stared
dully
at
the
baroque
conglomeration
of
styles
that
was
Topkapi
.
'
It
was
sort
of
a
private
whorehouse
for
the
King
,
’
she
said
,
getting
out
stretching
.
'
Kept
a
lotta
women
there
.
Now
it
’
s
a
museum
.
Kinda
like
Finn
’
s
shop
,
all
this
stuff
just
jumbled
in
there
,
big
diamonds
,
swords
,
the
left
hand
of
John
the
Baptist
.
.
.
’
