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The meeting continued for a few more hours. Khalifa and Ben-Roi who were talkative now, cold and formal, shied away from each other's gazes, re-examining all the information they had about Hoth and Menorah, try to narrow down the search and develop possible attack lines. The other men occasionally insert strange comments but sometimes listen quietly when the two detectives discuss something between the two of them. It was past midnight when they finally kept quiet.

“One last thing we have to discuss,” said Milan, throwing away the rest of his cigarettes. “This Al-Madani woman.we should do her?”

Gulami finished the rest of the cup in his hand. “He cannot be held in court until this is resolved?” tanyakanya.

Marsudi shook his head. “He is widely known by the people of my country. And so loved by them. Insisting on holding it will attract a lot of attention. Something we don't need for the current situation.”

“So?” Gulami said as she squeezed the cup into a ball and threw it into the corner of the room. No one answered, everyone was silent and immersed in their thoughts. The room was now thick with a velvet-like shadow bias as the carosine lamp slowly dimmed and died. Minutes pass.

“He can work with me.” That's Ben-Roi's voice. Everyone looks towards him.

Or is it because he dislikes this man so much that he cannot take anything away from what he says as it is? Before he decided, Gulami stood up and announced that the meeting was closed.

Outside, as they return to the helicopter, Khalifa realizes that he is walking behind Ben-Roi, who is towering, taller and nearly twice as wide. After everything that happened that night, Khalifa felt no desire to greet him, to make contact with him at all unless absolutely necessary for the completion of the work. However, his courtesy makes him behave better towards Ben-Roi and, while aligning his steps beside this Israelite, he tells her that, despite what has been said before, he has told her that, he felt sorry for what had happened to his fiancee, that he had children and could not imagine what it would be like to lose a loved one in such a way. Ben-Roi looked at him, then muttered “Karat you,” and stepped again.

“One strange coincidence, ‘kan?” gulami's voice came from above towards them. “An Egyptian, an Israeli and a Palestinian started all these processes. And now in the hands of the Egyptian, the Israeli and the Palestinian this is the life-safety of the dependent people. I'm happy to think that maybe this is a good sign.”

“Please God, make this a good sign,” said Milan.

“Please, Lord,” said Marsudi, repeating.