concerts. Sheâs mad about them, especially Sinan. Even I âve been to one of their concerts.â
We sat in silence for a while. A multitude of thoughts were going through my mind. Given the situation, Cem might have killed his wife out of jealousy. He certainly hadnât been taken off my list of suspects just because of Sevimâs claim that he wouldnât hurt a fly.
Or maybe Sinan pushed Sani down the stairs during a row.
âYou just said that Sani fell while she was at home. Did she fall down the stairs?â I asked.
âDoes her house have any stairs?â asked Sevim.
How come this woman knew about Saniâs lover, yet didnât even know if there were stairs in her house?
âWho knows about Sinan apart from you?â I asked.
âNo one.â
âAylin Hanım is a close friend, isnât she?â
âYes, but she doesnât know.â
âHow do you know she doesnât know?â
âI just know. What do you think I am?â
Not again! I obviously didnât have a clue about my fellow humans. However, I still thought Iâd much rather share a secret with my closest friend than with my secretary.
âI wondered why she told you about her lover and not Aylin Hanım. Thatâs all.â
âShe didnât tell me. But when you work with someone from morning till night, you canât help picking up certain things.â
Sevim suddenly started crying, as if a button had been pressed, just like the previous day. Was it only nerves?
âI didnât mean to tell you that,â she sniffed.
âYou did the right thing,â I said. âYouâre clearly in no fit state to talk to the police, but you needed to tell someone.â
âThatâs what I thought. But when you treat me as if Iâm to blameââ
âWhy should I blame you? Weâre just talking.â
I placed my hand over her stubby fingers as a gesture of sympathy and in the hope of getting her to say a little more.
âShe may have told someone else other than Aylin Hanım,â I ventured.
âSani Hanım said no one knew about Sinan except me, and Ididnât tell anyone,â said Sevim, taking a tissue out of her handbag and wiping her nose.
âNot even your sister?â
âI swear I didnât. Sani Hanım made me promise not to tell anyone. But my sister⦠Well, she found out I knew Sinan andââ
âKnew him?â I interrupted.
âThatâs how I found out that something was going on.â
âHow did you find out?â
âOne evening, I realized Iâd left my mobile at work, and had to go all the way back to the office. When I opened the door, I saw⦠Well, I suppose they had to meet there because they had nowhere else to go. Sani Hanım was terrified that her husband would hear about it, so I promised not to tell anyone. I gave her my word, but now that sheâs dead⦠And Sinan didnât even come to the funeral. Thatâs shameful, isnât it? He broke up her marriage and then didnât come to her funeral. Men â they have their way with you, and then itâs over. We definitely live in a manâs world.â
âTell me about Aylin Hanım.â
I sensed that she would have preferred to carry on discussing relationships and how men use and discard women like dirty linen, as she probably did with her sister. However, she began talking about Aylin without any further encouragement.
âWhat can I say? Sheâs a society type. She squeezes in visits to the association when she has time between shopping sprees. Her father used to be the Turkish ambassador to America, and it was at one of his receptions that Cem Bey was introduced to Sani Hanım. Aylin Hanım isnât beautiful like Sani Hanım, but she takes good care of herself. She buys all her clothes abroad, which of course you can if you have the money.â
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