The study of the mansion held an air heavier than the storm outside. Arslan Soykan's death announcement scrolled across the television screen behind them. Kerem set his tablet on the desk. "He's gone, mate," said Kerem. His voice came back from the room's corners and returned to him changed. "Atlas used him like a paper towel and threw him away. When Arslan sent that letter, he was signing his own death warrant. Did he know?" Mert stood motionless at the window. For him Arslan's death was simply a variable removed from an equation. A ghost who had already died does not experience triumph at another's death — there is only the consequence. "Arslan's death was not an accident, Kerem. Atlas confirmed through Arslan exactly what he needed to know. He no longer has any use for the middleman.

