 Somebody was coming through the lighted doorway toward us. The one man I wanted to see more than anyone else. I'd last seen him under the minaret as he slapped a luger in my face. Who is this man? There is no one. I tell him to go away. I will handle him, Gerube. So it is you, Jordan. Yeah. I take it you're Cruella. I am. You know, Jordan, you interest me.