You will not find the sun in a closed room

Number of pages: 416 "How did he die?" Ghassan leaned forward with his jaw, and with his right hand fingers, he pointed a gun and aimed its barrel at Ayman's head: "With one bullet between his eyes." Ayman didn't flinch. His eyes were confident, eager: "And who killed him?" Boooh... and again he didn't flinch, his eyes even did not blink. Ghassan leaned back in his seat, raising the gun with its barrel pointing upward. He blew on it as cowboys do in movies, and returned his hand to its original position, open and empty. He took a deep breath and threw his head back. His eyes stared at the neon light fixed on the ceiling: "I don't know." Ayman followed his friend and also threw his head back, staring at the broken neon light. He knew that Ghassan was lying to him, that Ghassan knew exactly who killed his father. But Ayman allowed his friend this lie, allowed his only friend to delay his confession of what everyone already knew.