Greta and I spend the entire day with the police. There are many testimonies to be made, not just of the night before, but of other things as well, the House of Pink Jade, the shooting of Rose Venetii (I wonder how she's doing by the way...), the threats on Greta's life from California to Cairo.

It is just after dinner time before we leave, and both of us are mentally exhausted. Omar will remain with the police for the rest of the night and possibly next day to work out with the courts how they can keep Kramer in prison this time.

"I could go for a drink at the Blue Lotus," Greta announces as we walk down the long hallway of city hall towards the exit.

"I couldn't agree more," I reply, looking forward to forgetting about Kramer and all the nasty things that came with him.

We are almost to the door when one of the detectives runs out to stop us.

"I thought that you would like to know," he says. "Kramer died this afternoon, infections from the stab wound." I stand with mouth open. It's a releif- now there's no threat of him being released, but then again we just spent nine hours trying to keep him in jail and it was wasted.

"Good," Greta says, a look of mixed emotions. I smile and we turn to leave.

"A trip to the Blue Lotus will do us good," I say again, and we head back to the hotel.