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Meryem spent a long moment studying me and gauging my sincerity. Then she spoke.

“The meeting with Raptor was set only so MIT could discover what the Dragons knew. We look for the Device, yes, but I work for my country, not Faruk, not Kate Shaw. This, this is the truth.”

We continued along the path, the yacht no longer visible behind us.

“Would it surprise you if I told you that Ms. Shaw says you’re a Kurdish terrorist?”

“This is the same woman who works for the Green Dragons, yes?”

“Yes.”

“The same woman to whom you report?”

“If she could have her way, yes.”

“The same woman who is a member of a recognized terrorist organization?”

“That’s her. She says you want to use the Tesla Device to blow people up.”

Meryem looked at me straight on.

“You believe this?”

“I’m just telling you what she said.”

“Your friend is a liar.”

I couldn’t argue with her on that point. “Yes, more often than not, she is.”

The wind rustled in the olive trees, the scent of thyme in the air.

“Listen,” Meryem said. “When I was a girl, my mother had four children. My father he is not there. He died when I was younger. Vehicle accident. It is only my mother, myself and three brothers. In Turkey, boys go to the army for fifteen months. Conscription. My brothers went to the army. They love Turkey. They go to fight on the border with Iraq. I was the youngest. I am a girl. I stay home. My brothers, they get into battle. They die. All of them. Mortar attack from Kurdish insurgents on the Iraqi border. When my mother learns this, she cries and cries. She says I am a good girl and she is so lucky to have me. Then she takes my father’s gun and, what do you say, blows off her head. She shoots herself. She is dead. I am alone, but I am eighteen. I join MIT. I work for my country. I work so there will be peace. So my brothers and my mother did not die in vain. So, do not ask who I am loyal to, Michael Chase. I am loyal to my people. I will find this Tesla weapon for them. Not so they may use it, but so terrorists, the same terrorists who killed my family, may not kill again.”

I was quiet. There was no way to respond to what Meryem had said, so we just walked. We continued on for another hundred yards until she broke the silence.

“We were only to get information from this Green Dragon group. We were never to work with them.”

“Apparently Faruk didn’t get that memo.”

“Faruk is planning something,” Meryem said. “Something not sanctioned by my government. Something dangerous.”

“It looks that way,” I said. “The smart money says they plan to use the Device,” I said. “The question is, what now?”

“So nothing now. Nothing has changed, Michael Chase. I work for my country first. And my country has asked me to find this Tesla Device. We are free from Faruk and the Dragon Lady. What you do now is your business.”

“What if I want to stop this thing from falling into the wrong hands just like you?”

Meryem thought about it.

“Then we are on the same side,” she finally said.

Chapter 35

The island was called Sedir. It was famous for both its Cleopatra sands and the ancient Roman town of Kedriai, which had been built there. Meryem remembered visiting there as a child. We walked along what I guessed was a Roman road, the well-worn stones laid out thousands of years before. My wet clothes clung to my skin, but they were drying quickly in the hot night air. That far south, only a stone’s throw from Egypt, even the sea breeze was warm.

“There’s a reason that the Dragons brought us here. I want you to tell me everything that you remember about this island,” I said.

“That is easy. There is a temple to Apollo here.”

“Another ruin?”

“Yes, another ruin. I have told you, there are many old things in Turkey.”

“You think that the Device is hidden in the temple?”

“Perhaps you can tell me.”

Meryem revealed a piece of wet, folded paper that I immediately recognized as a copy of a page from the journal. She carefully opened it. The sketch showed a temple to Apollo, simple Doric columns rising out of the earth to support a marble pediment. It looked like a scaled-down Acropolis surrounded by an olive grove, and beside the temple were two crates. I remembered the drawing, though I hadn’t attached much significance to it at the time.

“Where did you get that?” I said.

“I made a copy at the safe house when you were asleep. I thought it looked, how do you say? Promising.”

“How so?”

“I have told you that the Tesla Device has been hidden in pieces. It requires two triggers. Our information tells us the triggers are assembled remotely to allow the firing of the Device. I believe these two crates represent the triggers.”

I thought about it.

“That’s pretty thin,” I said.

“Thin? Why?”

“Just because there are two crates it doesn’t mean there’s enough evidence to support that they represent the triggers.”

“I thought thin meant not fat. Like me. I am not fat.”

I looked her over.

“Maybe a little fat.”

She punched me. Hard in the arm. It hurt.

“I’m kidding,” I said. “It’s a joke. You’re not fat at all. Actually you look pretty spectacular.”

I wasn’t lying. Meryem wasn’t fat. She was womanly with a lithe torso and hips that showed just the right amount of curve. But she wasn’t fat. There was no way.

“Really?” she said.

“Really.”

Meryem smiled. I was pretty sure that she had just fished a compliment out of me, but I didn’t care, even if my arm did still hurt. The woman could punch. We passed an ancient amphitheater on our left, olive trees growing out of the cracked and crumbling rows of semicircular seating.

“If I remember correctly, the temple is not far,” Meryem said.

“Good, because we’re on borrowed time already. Once they’ve discovered we’ve gone, they’re going to come looking.”

“Tell me about the Shaw woman.”

“What about her?”

“Michael, please. I saw the way you looked at her. You have more than a business relationship with this woman.”

“It is more,” I replied. “But not in the way you think.”

“And what is the way I think?”

“You think I’m somehow involved with her. Personally.”

“And you are, no?”

“We hooked up. Once. That was it.”

“This is nothing to be ashamed of. She is very attractive.”

“It’s more complicated than that,” I said.

“Complicated how?”

“Not now.”

Meryem let it go. After a few more minutes we reached a clearing on a hill surrounded by olive trees, the hot breeze rustling through their dry leaves. I could see the Mediterranean to one side of us. And I could see Doric columns lying in ruins. But I couldn’t see a temple. I went over the details of the journal’s sketch in my head. The columns, the pediment, the two crates. There was something I was missing.

“Let me see the drawing again,” I said.

Meryem passed me the folded page, ink-drawn Doric columns rising skyward.

“How old do you think the journal is?”

“The Device went missing in 1955,” Meryem said. “We guessed that the journal was hidden sometime after this. The temple might have been still standing in 1955, but this is not likely. The temple is very old. 1955 is not so long ago.”

I liked the way Meryem said, “Not so long ago,” her button nose upturned. I studied the drawing in the moonlight. If Kate was right, Bayazidi, the man who had sketched the drawing, was a sculptor, an artist. An artist would have had an eye for detail. That detail would turn up on the page. But that was the problem. I couldn’t match the detail in the drawing to a temple that was no longer standing.