It sounds awfully noisy.’ The caller was Mimi Maliki. Makana glanced around him. ‘It’s a busy day,’ he said. He had included Aswani’s number on his business card because he was generally by at some time on most days and there was as good a chance of catching him here as anywhere. ‘What seems to be the trouble?’ He suspected this was going to be another request for money. ‘I’ve been thinking about what you said.’ ‘Which part?’ ‘You said that if I remembered anything that might be useful, I should call you.’ ‘And did you?’ ‘Did I what?’ ‘Did you remember something?’ ‘I might have done.’ She broke off and Makana was beginning to wonder if she had passed out on him when she spoke again. ‘Do you think you could come over here?’ ‘Right now?’ ‘As soon as possible, yes.’ She sounded worried. ‘This isn’t about money, is it?’ ‘No, unless you’ve got some. I mean, for me?’ Makana fingered the envelope in his jacket pocket. It was already thinning out from what he had given to Sami, and he was beginning to suspect that this might be all he would ever see from Hanafi by the end of it all.
