Picking off the weak ones.

But where had the herd grazed?

"Let's go back to Monday," said Daoud. "The last time you saw her, what time was it?"

"I don't know."

"Approximately."

"In the morning."

"Early in the morning?"

Barakat tapped his tooth with a fingernail and thought. "I left for work at eight. She was still there…" The sentence died in his throat. All at once he was crying again, convulsively.

"She was still there what, Abdin?"

"Oh, oh, Allah help me! I didn't know. Had I known, I never…"

"What was she doing when you left for work?" Daoud pressed softly but insistently.

Barakat kept crying. Daoud took hold of his shoulders, shook him gently.

"Come, come."

Barakat quieted.

"Now, tell me what she was doing the last time you saw her, Abdin."

Barakat muttered something unintelligible.

Daoud leaned closer. "What's that?"

"She was… Oh, merciful Allah! She was cleaning up!"

"Cleaning what up, Abdin?"

Sobs.

"The kitchen. My dishes. My breakfast dishes."

After that. Barakat became withdrawn again, more mannequin than man. Answering Daoud's questions but perfunctorily, employing grunts, shrugs, nods, and shakes of the head whenever they could substitute for words, muttered monosyllables when speech was necessary. Pulling the information out of him was a frustrating process, but Daoud never flagged, taking the husband over the same territory time and time again, returning eventually to the issue that had driven a wedge between him and Shahin.

"Did she ever take steps to correct her defect?" Phrasing it so that all the responsibility rested on the woman's shoulders.

Nod.

"What kind of steps?"

"Prayer."

"She prayed, herself?"

Nod.

"Where?"

"Al Aqsa."

"Did others pray for her as well?"

Nod.

"Who?"

"My father petitioned the waqf. They appointed righteous old men."

"To pray for Shahin?"

Nod. "And…"

"And what?"

Barakat started to cry again.

"What is it, Abdin?"

"I-prayed for her too. I recited every surah in the Quran in one long night. I chanted the zikr until I fainted. Allah shut his ears to me. I am unworthy."

"It was a strong djinn," said Daoud. Playing his part well, thought Daniel. He knew what Christians thought of Muslim spirits.

Barakat hung his head.

Daoud looked at his watch. "More water, Abdin? Or something to eat?'

Shake of the head.

"Did Shahin ever consult a doctor?"

Nod.

"Which doctor?"

"A herbalist."

"When?"

"A year ago."

"Not more recently?"

Shake of the head.

"What's the herbalist's name?"

"Professor Mehdi."

"The Professor Mehdi on Ibn Sina Street?"

Nod.

Daoud frowned, as did Daniel, behind the glass. Mehdi was a quack and illegal abortionist who'd been busted several times for fraud and released when the magistrates took seriously his lawyer's claims of ethnic harassment.

"What did Professor Mehdi advise?"

Shrug.

"You don't know?"

Shake of the head.

"She never told you?"

Barakat started to throw up his hands, got midway to his shoulders, and let them drop. "He took my money-it didn't work. What was the use?"

"Did she see a medical doctor?"

Nod.

"After she saw Professor Mehdi or before?"

"After."

"When?"

"Last month, then later."

"When later?"

"Before she…" Barakat chewed his lip.

"Before she left?"

Nod.

"When before she left?"

"Sunday."

"She saw this doctor the day before she left?"

Nod.

"Was she going for treatment?"

Barakat shrugged.

"What was the purpose of her appointment?"

Tension, then a shrug.

Daoud tensed also, looked ready to throttle Barakat. Tapping the table with his fingertips, he sat back, forcing a reassuring smile onto his face.

"She saw this doctor the day before she left, but you don't know for what."

Nod.

"What was the doctor's name?"

"Don't know."

"Didn't you pay his bill?"

Shake of the head.

"Who paid the doctor, Abdin?"

"No one."

"The doctor saw Shahin for free'.