Chapter 23They arrived in front of the Primature before Talya knew it. Hassan parked the car in front of the door as Rheza had done some days earlier. The heat in that parking lot was still as enveloping as it had been then.
Hassan knocked. While they were uncomfortably roasting in front of the prime minister’s counsellor’s office, a small, sombre-looking man opened the door, finally. He did not smile, did not utter a word, just waved them in the direction of the seats opposite the desk and walked out.
Mohammed Fade was on the phone. He, too, waved to them to sit, but he was smiling. They went and sat down and waited for the conversation to come to a close. Observing people when they’re on the phone is really a learning experience. The counsellor’s allure was casual and nonchalant. His b
