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Basin, letters to factory owners and petitions to attorneys. Sani Hanım was preparing court cases against many of the factories and went round speaking to the villagers, often a couple of times a week. Her father and sister, who live out there, are both environmentalists too. She put a lot of effort into it.”
    â€œSo the names and addresses of villagers who supported her were on those computers.”
    The woman nodded.
    â€œWas it difficult to persuade the villagers?”
    â€œThat was the hardest part. Even though Sani Hanım grew up there, she still found it difficult. Villagers either just don’t care, or their children work at the factories and are bringing in steady money. They don’t want to get into a fight with the factory boss,even if their land and farm equipment are being affected. They’re right, of course, if you think about it, because the rich always come out on top.”
    â€œWho’s the lawyer for your association?”
    â€œAylin Hanım’s husband Remzi Bey was going to take care of everything. As I said, Aylin Hanım is our vice-president.”
    â€œI suppose Aylin will look in today, since there’s been a burglary?”
    â€œNo, she won’t. She went abroad after the funeral. I let Remzi Bey know about the burglary, but he’s busy with other work and isn’t likely to show up here.”
    â€œWhat’s Aylin Hanım’s surname?”
    â€œAköz. It was Aylin Hanım who introduced Sani Hanım to her husband. I overheard them say that once. When Aylin Hanım’s father was living in America…” said the secretary, tailing off at the sight of two uniformed policemen.
    The policemen looked us over as if we were all suspects.
    â€œDid you call the police?” asked the shorter of the two policemen.
    â€œWhat a mess! You have quite a job on your hands here, madam,” said the other.
    I think the term “madam” was intended for me, but I pretended not to notice.
    â€œIt was me who called you,” said the secretary, jumping up from her chair. “There’s been a burglary.”
    â€œSorry to hear that. What did they take?”
    â€œThey took the computers, messed up all the files, and threw things about so it’s impossible to tell what’s here and what isn’t.”
    â€œWhat about money? Or gold?”
    â€œNo. What would money and gold be doing here? This is an association.”
    â€œWhat kind of association? I’ve never heard of it before.”
    â€œAn environmental association. We fight environmental pollution.”
    â€œNo offence,” said the short officer, covering his mouth to hide a smirk, “but wouldn’t you do better to fight poverty and let environmental pollution wait its turn?”
    â€œEach to their own,” said the secretary stiffly, obviously in tacit agreement. Everything about her demeanour suggested that she regarded environmental issues as no more than an amusement for the rich. “But it’s my bread and butter. I work here.”
    â€œWhoever’s in charge here needs to come to the station and make a complaint,” said the tall policeman. “Then forensics will be sent to take fingerprints. But don’t get your hopes up. We rarely get a result.”
    â€œBecause most burglars take the precaution of wearing gloves,” said the other, still smirking.
    â€œBut there’s something unusual about this,” I said, despite my intention to remain silent. “There could be evidence of a possible homicide on those computers.”
    â€œDoes this lady work here too?” asked the short officer, addressing the secretary.
    For some reason, nobody had yet asked who I was.
    â€œI came to sign up as a member of the association,” I said.
    â€œAre you an environmentalist?” asked the officer.
    â€œYes,” I replied.
    Both officers looked at me as if that explained