What would be, would be. Kismet – except that in this case fate was being given a helping hand. But the excitement of finding out who İkmen and Süleyman were going to accuse was growing and it was exquisite. It was just past two fifteen and the policemen and their little band of others were lost in a maze of dead ends, details and the madness of old Hovsep Pars. It was going to be a lot of fun finding out whether they would manage to identify who in their midst had been telling little lies. ‘That was Söner, Inspector,’ Alp said. ‘He came to me and said we couldn’t use the name “Lions in Iron Cages” any more.’ ‘Did he say why?’ Süleyman asked. ‘No.’ ‘This wasn’t some edict from his parents?’ ‘I’ve no idea,’ Alp said. ‘He didn’t say. It’s possible.’ ‘So what happened?’ ‘Söner just told me we were changing the name before one of the early meetings with Dr Sarkissian and his team,’ Alp said. ‘No one seemed to be too bothered by it.
