 Back to the streets with you, Inglis. Not till I see Frank Cruller. He's not here. Let's look around. Back now. Stop that car. What is going on here? Somebody was coming through the lighted doorway toward us. The one man I wanted to see more than anyone else. I'd last seen him under the minaret as he slapped a luger in my face. Who is this man? There is no one. I tell him to go away. I will handle him, Gerube.