Free Tears of Pearl by TASHA ALEXANDER Page A

were vying for a superior view. Far to the north was the Black Sea, and a steady stream of ships—barges, feluccas, caïques, and yawls—moved towards it, well out of our sight. “As for the women, it’s all too well organized, too orchestrated. I can’t decide whether they’re hiding something or just afraid.”
    “Afraid?” Colin asked.
    “Whoever killed Ceyden could strike again. Perhaps the girls are afraid of drawing attention to themselves.”
    “They’d be better served by allowing you to gather as much information as possible. How else will this man ever be stopped?”
    “How can you be sure it’s a man?”
    “It’s difficult to strangle someone,” Colin said. “More likely that a man would have the strength for it. I don’t know that a woman could do such a thing with her bare hands.”
    “Hideous.” Not wanting to dwell on the details, I mentally flipped through the catalog of women to whom I’d spoken and determined that each was far too delicate to pull off the task. “So we need a man in the harem.”
    “I’d say they could use several men in the harem.”
    “You’re dreadful, and I’m going to ignore you.” I let my eyes rest on his just long enough to fill my head with all sorts of visions about which I could do nothing at the moment.
    “What of the other women?” Colin asked. “Did Ceyden have any particular friends?”
    “None who will admit to it.”
    “They undoubtedly want to distance themselves from her, regardless. Avoid any guilt by association.”
    “Guilt?” I asked. “Ceyden is the victim in all this.”
    “True. But the status of these women depends entirely on their relationship with Perestu, and the sultan, if they’re lucky enough to have won his favor. The reputation of her friends may have been tarnished by Ceyden’s violent death.”
    I frowned. “Yes, but why not admit the relationship to me? Surely Perestu already knows. She keeps careful track of everything that happens in the harem.”
    “A harem that shelters no secrets?” He drew on his cigar. “I’d be thoroughly disappointed if I could bring myself to believe it even for an instant.”
    “Did you learn anything of use today?”
    “I went back to Ç?raan and spoke to Murat. Excellent prison, the palace.”
    “And is the former sultan discontented?” I asked.
    “He did not seem so,” Colin said. “Spends much of his time listening to music and watching plays. Enjoys his children. The stress of ruling did not agree with him. That does not, however, mean that those around him would not prefer to take a more active role in the government.”
    “Could they be plotting a coup?”
    “It’s unlikely. The sultan has a spy in the household—the chief black eunuch in Murat’s harem. He’s as thorough a man as I’ve ever met and isn’t likely to miss something on that scale.”
    “What about something smaller?” I asked. “A plan that looks on the surface like nothing more than standard harem politics?”
    “The discontent I felt comes from the men around Murat.”
    “You’ve not been in the harem.”
    “No, but the chief eunuch was adamant about there being no trouble there, and I believe him. Those women stand no chance at advancement, and there’s surprisingly little intrigue other than petty gossip.”
    “You’re certain?”
    “I shall continue to press him for information, but my own efforts will be focused elsewhere in the palace.” He rolled the cigar between the tips of his fingers. “And what about you? Will you search for concubines who were close to Ceyden?”
    “Enemies, my darling man, are even more fascinating than friends, don’t you think? I want to find out who despised her.” I rose from my chair and stood in front of him. “Is there anything else we need to discuss?”
    “Not that I can think of,” he said.
    “The sun’s set. Shall we go inside?”
    “The lights of Constantinople aren’t enough to amuse you?”
    “I adore the lights,” I said.