They took Tarik to a private clinic in Etiler with the family's name on nothing and its money in everything, where the doors opened before the car stopped and nobody at any point asked a question with the word police in it.
Zara scrubbed and went in with their vascular man, because she would not have been able to sit in a corridor, and they had the axillary artery repaired by two in the morning. He would keep the arm. He would not, she thought, ever be able to lift it above his head again, and she would tell him that later, and he would say something unbearable and shrug with the other shoulder.