Vizier Hashin was bored. This time Henry's thumbs had ben dislocated and the parts of Henry's legs that still had live skin on them burned - and he still couldn't break Henry, make him cry for mercy, or even get him to talk. Dihya warned me not to meddle in this business, Henry thought, after he regained consciousness on the cold floor of his pitch-black cell. She thought I was too old to get back into the spy game. I do so hate it when my wife...