Rashida had dropped me off at my hotel, but the thought of Michael weighed on my mind. What had he gotten himself into? What kind of “obligations” was I expected to carry out? I wasn’t going to find the answers sitting around the hotel bar. One place to start looking was Michaels office. A call to the concierge told me that a rental car would be ready for me in half an hour. Nothing to do now but change out of my monkey suit of a tux and get into something a little more practical.

I was thinking about the police report while putting the P-63 back into my pocket. Why was Michael there? What was he doing? Getting shot like that was that last kind of thing I would have thought he would do. Well, I suppose it WAS the last thing he did. It was a set up. But by who and why? Why two shots? One shot should have been enough.

Then it hit me. The police reports said two men carried the body across the road. But Abu Kaysan, the witness I talked to, said three men did. Who was the third man?