She looked at him.
"Yes," she said.
"Does he know that," Mahir said.
"I don't know," she said.
Mahir looked at the table.
"He invited you back tomorrow," he said.
"Second bell," she said. "Working room. Whoever I need."
Mahir was quiet for a moment.
"That phrase again," he said.
"Yes," she said.
"It's deliberate," he said. "He uses it deliberately."
"Yes," she said. "I think so."
They sat with it.
The office was quiet — the household was in the dining room upstairs, the distant sound of Mira saying something and Dimitri responding and the specific comfortable noise of an evening after a day.
She looked at the door.
Looked at Mahir.
"The seven deaths," she said. "The cleaned records. Seval." She paused. "And then this."
"The picture is more complicated," he said.
"Yes," she said.
"What do you want to do," he said.
