TE16 Turkish Delight

Hakan Günday He wasn’t whispering. He didn’t have a muffled voice either. Only the smooth enunciation. Koma kept listening. - First allowme introduce myself. My name is Needlefish. I live at Falkensee. And I would like to invite you to my home. There’s an important matter we should discuss. This isn’t a suitable place. Finish your beers and we can go. Needlefish, Falkensee, an important matter and an invitation. Koma, with his obsession for checking every situation he was in, all of this was too vague. Therewas also the absurdity of the name Needlefish and the possibility he might be Turkish inasmuch as he didn’t look it at all. He made a small foray to be sure of at least the latter. His little test wasn’t hard. - I’m going to kill you and rape your mother, he said in his native language. He particularly avoided cursing, as enough Turks lived in the city for everyone to be able to phonetically identify the infamous curse words of his mother tongue.

Needlefish brought his ear close to Koma’s mouth.

- Excuse me? he said in German. I couldn’t catch that.

He didn’t know Turkish. Lovely, but there were billions of people like him on earth. It didn’t provide enough information to go to his house. Koma was about to reply when Falco caught two of the many glasses on his tray by the rims and deposited them on

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