Sahra Suskun...
I was back at the police station for another personal development class. These sessions had truly transformed me—there wasn't an ounce of fat left on my body. The fatigue that used to weigh me down had vanished. The more active I became, the more energetic I felt. While my reflexes and gun handling weren't quite at Ortaç's desired level, I was far from helpless.
Our conversations with Ortaç had evolved into those of a genuine married couple. He'd grown comfortable making all sorts of suggestive jokes. Some were true, but we managed. He'd occasionally quip, "I'm worn out from too much solo action."
I'd simply shrug and continue my workout. He'd explained how Orçun had drugged him that time—which explained his unusually long shower. He'd relieved himself three times in a r
