![]() ![]() She was told to put a blanket over her, which she did. She dialled 166 and asked for an ambulance, giving details of Fidelia's condition. Despite the fact that, from the time Paschos got involved with the Olympics he had told her to contact Brigadier Kriaras in any emergency, she'd had enough of her husband's rules. Her breathing was shallow and her pulse slow. She ran through the extension and pulled the doors to, engaging the lock. Her killer had left the way he'd come, the blood leading round the corner beyond the recliners. They were all closed, except the French windows that led to the pool. When she reached the ground floor, she checked the doors. Telling herself to keep her cool, Angie moved to the stairs and went down, looking around continuously. Fidelia was sprawled on the marble, blood emanating from the swathe of her dark hair. What she did see stopped her heart for a couple of seconds. She checked the hall from above and saw no sign of her assailant. That made her more confident, as she could see spatter all the way to the top of the stairs. She slipped down the corridor, noticing a trail of blood. That immediately made her wonder about the cook, Fidelia. TWENTY-TWOĪ ngie Poulou crept to the bathroom door, pistol in her right hand. They gave it their best shot, but to no avail. ÂCome on, Lambi, let's see if the two of us mightn't be able to shake the bars free.' He almost resigned himself to dying in the underworld, so vile was life on the surface. He was suddenly overwhelmed by the horror of the case â people cut to pieces, pomegranate seeds stuffed in their bodies, underage girls used as sex objects, animals sacrificed let alone the premature deaths from the pollution. You mean he might want his own wife dead?' ÂBut who hired the Son? Surely Poulos is behind that.' He paused. ÂShe was petrified about her husband finding out she'd hired me.' ÂNo, I mean what if the Son's been turned loose on her?' ÂYou mean she'll start asking where you are?' Bitsos said hopefully. Deep breaths â though the air down here stinks worse than a whore's armpit.' ![]() ÂI left her numerous messages to clear out.' Mavros clenched his fists. ÂWhat, you think he might have gone after her?' The question is, where is the Son? He's been killing off rival Olympian believers, but I think he's also looking for Lia. At least the Father hasn't shown his face.' ÂThanks for reminding me of that modus operandi. He'd have hung us from the roof with fish hooks.' âAngie said she suspected Bekakos and maybe even her husband of that kind of thing.' Mavros tried to get comfortable, but the stone floor was jagged. ÂShe's fourteen too, isn't she? Shit, there's something very nasty going on. She also met Ourania, the girl Rovertos Bekakos abused.' ÂShe was down here in March at one of the ecologists' workshops. The fucker certainly nailed the news blackout. They've been pretending she's at school in Switzerland while Kriaras coordinates the search for her.' ÂThey kept it quiet, but their fourteen-year-old daughter Lia disappeared on May 1st. There was no point in keeping secrets any more. Though the muck in the air and sea around here is pushing me rapidly in that direction.' Mavros thought about it. ![]() What brought you down here in the first place? You haven't suddenly gone all ecological.' It's in my pants.' Bitsos was quiet for a while. ![]() âYou're worried about your camera at this juncture?' ÂThey took my camera anyway, the thieving tossers. ÂShame you couldn't take any pictures.' ÂYes, but millionaires like Paschos Poulos, hard-nosed business types, what are they doing dressing up in robes and slaughtering piglets?' Remember those protests about the Olympics being a travesty of their original form? They were by the Olympian gods' faithful.' ÂQuite a lot of people, if your pals in the media are to be believed. ÂWere those fuckers taking it seriously up there in the temple? It's 2004. He'll hide the cars and concoct some lie about us having left of our own accord.' Besides, what will he have to go on, Lambi? Akis will say he never took us across the bay. ÂNot if the bastards pick up the Fat Man.' The tunnel continued for a few metres and then met a solid wall. He tried in the opposite direction, as far as he could gauge in the complete darkness, hitting Bitsos's legs as he went. When he found them, he struggled against them with all his strength. He moved on his knees, feeling for the bars. Mavros ran his hand over the rough rock, feeling the surface crumble. ![]()
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