Epilogue
Amir stood alone in the dim evening light of his bedroom. His eyes were bloodshot, and he felt the weight of the device in his hand. Finally, he punched in the numbers and put it to his ear. It rang only once. The man on the other end had clearly been expecting his call.
“Mazra?” the man said.
“Yes, it’s me,” Amir replied flatly.
“Any news?”
“Blume left the coroner’s office about an hour and a half ago. I tailed him back to his apartment and from what I can tell, he’s asleep.”
“Good.”
“Is there anything else you need from me?” Amir asked.
After a slight pause, the man responded with a velvety malice that was almost serene in its subtly. “Amir, my good man … I’m pleased to say that my promotion to Home Secretary is imminent now, and as of fifteen minutes ago, this whole unf
