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Well done. Let's go to the Newcastle shuttle this time. '

They crossed the gate and walked towards the walkway, showing their tickets to the security guard. Rana watched the departure monitor and saw that Flight EI One-Seven-Seven had already reached gate number fourteen. Busy people around, wanting to stand in line to get on the shuttle. Rana collected birding cards for the two of them and also stood in line with Mumtaz. Then quietly get out of line and back to the walkway. Rana allowed Mumtaz to stay ahead as she walked towards gate number fourteen. If anyone is looking for them, they will know they are on the Newcastle shuttle. In particular, Rana is thinking of Colonel Kurshi Korbet's Laikjan, surely they are keeping an eye on the airport. Although the existence of such a person was not noticed. He saw that it was not there, he did not feel anything. | They boarded the EI One-Seven-Seven flight separately. Mumtaz sat in the front row of the three rows of runners. They landed in Dublin an hour later, crossed the Green Customs Channel, and met again. It is dark outside and it is raining heavily. The county girl is a long way off, but Rana is mentally ready to go.

Mumtaz went to see if there were any shops in the main airport, she needed to buy some clothes. In this gap, Rana rented a car from the rental desk. There is no question of getting a Bentley Turbo, a sab of luck. He filled out the form and used Masood Kaiser's license and credit card. A young woman in a red uniform stood in front of him, smiling unnecessarily to please him. Let's get you to the car, sir. Rana looked around and saw Mumtaz. He is back, leaning against a pillar. Shocked look, no blood on the face. Rana walked in front of him avoiding the red uniform. He saw a Dublin daily, the Evening Press, in Mumtaz's hands. What's the matter, Mumtaz, Old Love? ' He wanted to know in a soft tone. | Rabeya, Mumtaz whispered. Shows. ' He raised the paper in his hand so that Rana could see the headline. And of course Rabea! The bastards! '

Rana felt her hair standing behind her neck. Each letter is two inches long, the headline is screaming - Hettel. Brutal killings on the premises. The skull of the unfortunate young woman. The dismemberment of corpses.

| Rana rolled his eyes at the news. Yes, the Ash-Ford Hotel in County Mayo. The identity of the girl is not yet known. Yes, Rana thought, there is no doubt that it is number three — Laila Kanan alias Rabeya Siraj. Shakila Mumtaz is trembling, Rana is looking at her. Realize, nowhere are they safe. | Danger here too: Share, Mumtaz, 'said Rana in a low voice. Get up, get in the car. ' He looked at the red uniform standing nearby and, smiling a little, said, 'Won't you show the way?

A runner found the five things mysterious. Does it rain all the time in Ireland, or does his presence call for rain? He came here but did not fall in the rain, he does not think that has ever happened. He was falling, it has started a little while ago on the edge of the pestle. He could see the tail lights of other cars as if a mountain slope had descended on the windscreen. Shakila Mumtaz is sitting side by side, crying silently. Rana is driving very carefully. | "I am responsible. Three people died one by one. I could not save Rabia either. Suddenly all this is happening. Allah, Rana ..."

| 'You are not responsible. Get the thought out of your head, 'said Rana. Understand the state of mind of the girl. Just a few hours ago, he sat in his office and listened to all the events. | Going to Ashford Castle directly after reading the news of another brutal murder in the Evening Press would be futile, Rana knows. As they were leaving the airport, they were about to collide with a yellow Katina in Tebarana. It is difficult to say whose fault it is. * El Rana took another turn and got on the main road. This road leads to Dublin from the north. The neon sign of the International Airport Hotel in front was seen hanging in the sky. The hotel is known to him. In the face of the cover, on one side, they stopped. Rana looked at Mumtaz.

Stop crying. ' Quiet instructions, there is no harshness or cruelty in the tone of speech, but the instructions. Stop crying, then what are we going to do in Shana now. '

Rana himself does not know at this moment, exactly what should be done. But she needs Mumtaz's confidence and support. | Mumtaz sniffed, turned her red eyes, and looked at the runner. What shall I do, Rana? "