When she turned away, I said, “If you knew I was on this flight, why not simply wait until I reached Istanbul?” “Pressures of time.” “You’re playing catch-up.” A shrug: he’s here, isn’t he? “You brought guns to our meeting in Muscat.” “You sent a prostitute.” “Guns,” I repeated. “Sometimes it’s not paranoia.” He shrugged, a busy man in a busy world.
