Eva ran her finger along the balcony rail of the apartment she shared with Madden. The mortar underneath the whitewash was dimpled and the feeling not unpleasant. It was sunrise, the sky was clear and the magmatic luminosity of the sun was erupting over the horizon. The air was still warm. It never seemed to get cold in Cairo.
She smiled as the bells began to toll, calling the Muslim population of the city to morning worship. The azan echoed out from loudspeakers all over the city. Cairo was a noisy place, full of character, full of soul. Eva loved it.
In truth, it was her main connection with the population around them, since part of their agreement with Janus had been to lay low. She had not had much of an opportunity to explore Old Cairo, in which their apartment was housed. Not that
