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government … sort of. But she didn’t. This was highly classified information.
    “If there is anything either of you need to pursue your investigation,” Ceren said, “the full resources of the Demirkan Foundation are at your disposal.”
    Atalay and Ceren exchanged a few words in Turkish, Ceren walked away, and the chief inspector motioned for Kate to come with him.
    “Come along,” he said. “Let us get some breakfast.”

Kate and Atalay walked to a little café facing the Bosphorus, got a table by the window, and Atalay ordered in Turkish for both of them. The waiter served them
çay,
a hot tea in tiny glasses, and went off to place their order with the cook.
    “The Demirkans are a very rich, very politically connected family in Turkey,” Atalay said. “They were informed that the fingerprint on the glass belonged to Nicolas Fox before I was assigned to investigate the case. By the time I was told, they had already learned about you and made sure that Interpol alerted the FBI about Fox. They also pressured the Turkish government to instantly grant the FBI’s request to send you here. So, you see, you are in charge, Agent O’Hare. I am here to help you in any way possible.”
    “It’s exactly the opposite,” Kate said. “This is your city andyour investigation. I’ll offer you what I know about Fox, and my opinion if I think it might help, but I won’t get in your way. I’m an interested observer.”
    He smiled, clearly relieved. “My friends call me Semir.”
    Kate relaxed back in her chair. “And I’m Kate. So, Semir, I know this messes things up for you, but I’ll say this again. I’m pretty sure Fox didn’t do this. I think this is the work of an imposter.”
    “It doesn’t matter whether it was Nicolas Fox or Michael J. Fox. Whoever did it is long gone.”
    “You know who Michael J. Fox is?”
    “Of course I do. This is Istanbul, not Siberia, though I am sure they’ve seen
Back to the Future
there, too.”
    “What makes you so sure the thief isn’t in Istanbul anymore?”
    Atalay gestured to the Bosphorus. “Look out there, Kate. Tell me what you see.”
    Kate looked out at the strait. It was bustling with fishing boats, tour boats, ferries, cruise ships, freighters, patrol boats, barges, and just about every other kind of oceangoing vessel that existed, with the possible exceptions of an aircraft carrier and a four-masted Spanish galleon.
    “It looks like an L.A. freeway at rush hour,” Kate said. “Only with ships.”
    “For thousands of years, the Bosphorus has been the gateway to the world, which is why Istanbul is here and why it was the capital of three great empires,” Atalay said. “Once the thief wasout there on the water, he could have met with a ship bound for anywhere. I’m sure that’s what he did. It’s what I would do.”
    The waiter came back with a platter of cheeses, bread and olives, a skillet of fried eggs with dried spicy sausage, flat bread rolled and stuffed with meat and cheese, a sweet pastry filled with potato, and a square of clotted cream served with honey on fresh bread.
    Kate dug in, and while she ate she thought about the parallels between the Gleaberg and Demirkan thefts, and the heavy-handed way Nick was being set up. It made her wonder how well the thief really knew Nick, and how closely he was following Nick’s old MO.
    “I imagine you are under a lot of pressure to produce results,” Kate said to Atalay as the waiters cleared their plates and brought them tiny cups of Turkish coffee. “What steps are you taking to investigate the crime?”
    “We are looking into stolen boats that the thief might have used to reach the Demirkan and make his escape. It’s a fruitless exercise, I am sure. We are also talking to the usual suspects—the former thieves, the suspected thieves, the people who sell the things that thieves take—to see what they know. But they will know nothing. We are also seeking people who have the means, and the desire,