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.You can catch a boat for it over there.’ He pointed off to the right.‘In the morning.’Obviously, the guy had no idea who Kouros was or that the Holy Island of Delos wasn’t where he was looking.Kouros gave the guy a ‘please stop bothering me’ stare.He was afraid if he said something it would be ‘Fuck off.’ No reason to start something.The guy didn’t take the hint.‘You know, I come to Mykonos to get away from all the pressures of my life as a Greek living high in London.’ He launched into a story about his business, his corrupt partners, what he’d done for revenge, and a host of other things he probably wouldn’t even think of telling his pillow.But now he was drunk at four-thirty in the morning in a bar on Mykonos.If Kouros were interested, he probably could get the guy to confess his deepest, most secret fears.That’s just the way it was here; everything seemed so unreal that people talked as if their words held no consequences.But Kouros wasn’t interested, so he tuned the guy out, stared off into the distance, and tried to concentrate on how to nail Zacharias.‘So, what do you do my friend?’ The guy smiled and put his hand on Kouros’ thigh.In the not-too-distant past, that move would have resulted in a certain loss of fingers.Kouros returned the smile, reached into his shirt for his ID, stuck it in the man’s face, and said, ‘I’m a cop charged with investigating special crimes that come to my attention.’The guy’s eyes turned to headlights and he was off the stool and out the door before Kouros could say another word.Kouros shook his head and grinned.The chief would be proud of me, he thought.Damn, I’m starting to sober up.Guess it’s time to head home.He thanked the bartender and swung off the stool - right into a stunningly well-built blonde trying to slide onto the barstool next to his.‘Easy there, big fella.’ There was a dazzling smile behind the words.‘What’s your hurry? I’m just getting off work.The evening’s still young.’Kouros slid back onto his barstool thinking, I just love it here.It’s an unstated law on Mykonos that no one disturbs a partier before two in the afternoon.When the banging began on Kouros’ door it was just before one.‘Jesus, Mario, how could you forget your key?’ Kouros stumbled out of bed and kept yelling to his buddy, ‘Mario, cool it already, I’m coming.’ He yanked open the door.It wasn’t Mario.‘Morning, Yianni.Nice shorts.’‘Tassos? What are you doing here?’Tassos stepped inside without asking permission.‘Andreas told me you were here for the weekend.I didn’t want you being alone for Easter.My cousin’s family lives here and you’re invited to everything, just like one of the family.’‘Thanks, Tassos, but—’‘Honey, who is it?’ The voice came from the bedroom.‘Just an old friend.’‘Thank God it’s not a wife.They make such scenes.’Kouros looked at his feet.Tassos smiled.‘I think I should come back later.’A flash of blonde raced into the room headed toward the front door.‘No need to, old friend.I have to get to work.Kisses.’ Another dazzling quick smile, a single blown kiss, and gone.‘What was that?’‘Four-thirty in the morning on Mykonos.’‘I think I arrived just in time.’ Tassos laughed again.Kouros yawned and walked into the kitchen.‘Coffee?’‘Sure.Tough break about the minister shutting you down.’Kouros shrugged.‘I’m past that.With all the juice involved in this case, we’re lucky they let us catch the bastards who cut the monk’s throat.No chance of getting to Zacharias; he’s too wired into the right people.’‘Christ, Yianni, you’re too young to be as cynical as I am.’Kouros shrugged.‘So prove me wrong.’‘Wish I could.As I said to Andreas, “The only ones I see likely wanting to hang his ass are the Russians.”’‘Have any Russian friends we can talk to?’‘None who’d believe us.We’re just cops, claiming everybody but us is involved in a coverup.No way the Russians are going to take our word for it without checking everything out first.And that means whatever we say gets back to someone involved in keeping things quiet, and bye-bye pension for me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]