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Blue and red light was still washing the front of the holding building when Mert came down. Arslan Soykan was being guided into a police vehicle with his hands joined at the small of his back. The crested ring caught the light once more and then vanished into the car. Kerem had spent two nights preparing the documentation — customs violations, undeclared partnerships, the bribery of a bureaucrat to smooth the port tender. It was thorough. Arslan had nowhere to move inside it. Mert watched the car pull away. He did not feel triumph. He felt the particular silence that comes after a long noise has stopped. Arslan Soykan, standing at the car door before he was guided in, looked back at Mert across the forecourt. His lips moved but the distance was too great and the traffic too loud. Mert ga
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