XXXVI
Amal entered The Cistern stadium amidst a loud commotion of police officers and detectives. She forced her way through the crowd and spotted her husband.
Demetrius was standing next to an ice water stand, writing in his notebook.
He needed a new outfit. His beige trench coat was fading, and his derby hat was fraying at the edges. He was drenched from the rain. The look on his face was somewhere between stoic and concerned. She knew him.
Something was wrong.
He looked up and smiled.
“This must have been pretty important,” Amal said.
“You’re not going to believe it,” Demetrius said, running a hand along the side of his cheek. “Come with me.”
She followed him up some stairs and into the performance area. Immediately she heard whispers and camera flashes that told her she was at
