In a way, Mikandra was glad that she couldn’t talk to Rehan the next morning. Times at Kedras and Ceren didn’t overlap in a convenient way at the moment and he would be asleep. That was just as well, because she didn’t want to tell him, or even make him suspect, what she was going to do.
That day in the library might well be the last day in her job ever. She couldn’t tell anyone, and she hoped Bakimay wouldn’t pick up anything.
What she was about to do would certainly destroy Bakimay’s respect for her and, somewhat proud of the way she had turned around Bakimay’s low opinion of her, she hated to do that.
After work, she went to the guesthouse and bathed. She bundled up the protective jacket because it would raise too many eyebrows if she walked the streets wearing it. Also, the thing wa
