 Bring another man. You will take the Moezen to the minaret and hide his remains there. It will be done. One moment. Under no circumstances will you breathe a word of this to anyone. Is that clear? It is, Sergeant Greco. Quickly now. And you, Mr. Jordan, will come with me. Greco waited only long enough to watch his aides lift the Moezen and carry him carefully up the steep winding steps to the tower. As they disappeared into the dark, he gave me a shove and I walked ahead out into the street.