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Bosch could clearly make out the tin roof of a small shed. She slid a Polaroid photograph across the table. And in this manner the widow Timna became part of the Habiru encamp- ment. No sign of Porter.

Side curls, fur hat, long cloak, frenzy, frenzy. She had not wanted to be photographed with the tray. It was a thought that pushed a fist into Bosch's guts, into the most secret folds of his heart. She unfolded her hands and put them down at her sides.