The boy had disappeared now, his promised bargain an obvious sham.
How could I be so stupid? she thought. Then, that should be my mantra.
She tightened the strap on her purse and tugged it around so it lay flat on her belly. She imagined this would be how a mother might protect a newborn. Or perhaps a female kangaroo.
Everything was in the purse. Money, passport, credit cards. She mentally rehearsed what she might say at the consulate, assuming she survived. Istanbul was supposedly safe, but who knew, really?
She heard a sound behind her. The boy was laughing.