Chapter 2

ISTANBUL 2011 Two years earlier it is April and I am in Istanbul, standing alone on the banks of the Bosphorus. The evening sunlight glints off the nearby dome of the Ortakoy mosque as a distant muezzin summons the faithful to prayer. I am presently snarling down my cell phone at Greg Noll, the man I’ve left in temporary charge of my company back in London, cupping my hand to my ear to ward off…