Ran stopped at the cliff’s edge, a spectacular view of the beach community below him, amazing houses tightly lining narrow, curving streets. The houses were bright pinks, blues, and yellows as was apparently appropriate for a beach community. Balconies and rooftop patios adorned them all.

Ran pulled the reeva from his back, setting the long, rifle and case on the ground. He withdrew binoculars from the duffle, setting this bag down as well. He scoped out Giresun’s home, knowing the man actually preferred coming here after summer was through and crowds had diminished. He enjoyed his privacy and the quiet.