‘Oh yeah,’ the director confirmed.
‘We weren’t sure what she was doing,’ Rosie Yellenberg put in, ‘but in the first week here we saw her with a man we later discovered was the mayor of Kornaria. Then she disappeared.’
Mavros held up a hand. ‘Hang on. If she was tied to the village, maybe as her father’s representative, why was she held captive there? And where is she now?’
‘Fucked if I know,’ the director said. ‘You still on the job or what?’
Mavros walked over to him and let the knife handle appear between the flaps of his shirt. ‘I told you at the beginning that I’ve never failed to find a missing person and I don’t plan on letting you screw up that record. Why didn’t you tell me all this upfront?’
Luke Jannet smiled. ‘Would you have come running, even at that fee? Anyway, you managed to get her back the first time.’
‘At the risk of her life and my friend’s here, let alone my own. Before I try again, is there anything else you’d like to tell me?’
The director looked at his sister.
‘Let me make one thing crystal clear,’ Cara Parks interjected. ‘You can forget about me working until Maria’s back. Capisce?’
Rosie Yellenberg rolled her eyes. ‘Mr Mavros, you see the urgency of the situation. The only other thing I know is that Maria has a cousin living in Galatsi. Naturally, we checked she wasn’t there before calling you in.’
‘And have you checked again this time?’
‘No. That’s your job.’
‘You don’t really want her back, do you?’ he said, stepping towards the producer. ‘Except Cara’s made that impossible for you now.’
‘I don’t know what Maria’s doing, but if she’s involved with the drugs trade, she could screw this project into the ground,’ Rosie said.
‘Give me the cousin’s name and address,’ Mavros said, taking the piece of paper she scribbled on. ‘All right, Miki, let’s get out of here. The stink of bullshit is really getting to me.’
Cara came with them to the door. ‘I can’t believe this,’ she said.
‘I know those unlikely siblings are holding out on us,’ Mavros told her. ‘Don’t believe anything until further notice.’
‘Except that you’ll find her, won’t you, Alex?’ Cara put her hand on his arm.
‘I’ll find her,’ he repeated.
She kissed him on the cheek, not far from his lips.
Mikis got them to Galatsi in a few minutes. The cousin, Yiota Prevelaki, lived on the main street, a short distance from the square, in which there was a marble statue of an ancient goddess cradling a dead soldier in her arms.
‘There was a hell of a battle during the war,’ Mikis said.
‘I know. My father was here.’
The Cretan almost drove into a tree. ‘What?’
‘He was in EAM. He tried to convince the locals not to take part in the charge.’ Mavros told him what else he had found out about Kanellos.
‘Good for him. Dozens of them were killed.’ Mikis glanced at Mavros before he drove on. ‘Those Hollywood assholes aren’t the only people who’ve been keeping secrets.’
‘Sorry, I’ve been struggling to come to terms with it. You see, I didn’t know anything about what he did in Crete until a few days ago, and then there were Waggoner’s lies.’
‘Yes, that must be tough.’ Mikis stopped outside a small but neatly maintained house, the garden out front full of flowers. ‘Uh-oh.’
Mavros followed his gaze. There was a wheelchair lying on its side at the bottom of the steps that led to the terrace around the house.
NINETEEN
Mavros looked up and down the main street. There were cars parked on both sides, including a large black pickup with tinted windows.
‘You’d better get your pistol,’ he said to Mikis. ‘And your meat cleaver.’
The Cretan came back with the weapons covered by a jacket. ‘How do you want to do this?’
‘Let’s get up to the terrace. You go left and I’ll go right.’
‘Thought your old man was a Commie.’
Mavros smiled as the adrenaline began to flow. They went up the steps as quietly as they could, obscured from view by tall bushes. When Mikis moved away, Mavros took out the kitchen knife and put his ear against the bright blue door. Nothing. He walked to the nearest window and slowly put his head round. He saw a tidy sitting room, but there was no one in it. Then he heard a high-pitched wail that could have been a cat, but he was sure was human. It came from the rear of the building. Stepping less cautiously, he rounded the corner and went along the side wall. A window towards the rear showed the kitchen. There was a pair of bare legs lying inside, while the rest of the person was on the back terrace.
By the time he got there, Mikis was crouching over a women in a short skirt and white blouse, who was on her front. There was blood on her arms.
Mavros joined him and they rolled the woman on to her side. Blood came from her mouth, as well as a couple of teeth.
‘Bastards,’ Mikis hissed.
The woman moaned and opened her eyes, looking at them blearily as she spat out more blood.
‘Yiota?’ Mavros asked. ‘Yiota Prevelaki?’
‘Yes,’ she said weakly.
‘Where’s Maria?’
The woman tried to focus. ‘Maria? She’s . . . she’s inside.’
‘Shit,’ Mikis said. ‘Stay with her.’ He stepped over her legs and headed inside. A few seconds later, there was a loud crash and the sound of subdued male voices.
‘Stay on your side,’ Mavros said, getting up and going into the kitchen.
By the time he made it to the hall, the front door was open. Mikis was lying motionless a metre inside. Two men in black, caps drawn low over their faces, were carrying a woman out of the gate, her long black hair hanging down.
‘Stop!’ Mavros said, looking for Mikis’s pistol. It was nowhere to be seen. He ran down the steps, brandishing the kitchen knife. ‘Stop thieves!’ He hoped that would attract attention from passers-by.
The men were pulling shut the doors of the pickup when he got to the street. The engine roared and it veered out into the street, provoking vigorous horn blowing from an old man in an ancient Fiat. Mavros squinted into the late morning sun and tried unsuccessfully to make out the number plate. He cursed himself for not taking it earlier – the vehicle was the kind that men from Kornaria drove.
Running back to the house, he turned Mikis on to his side and made sure his airway was clear. There was a nasty wound on the side of his temple, blood welling from it.
Mavros called for an ambulance as he headed back to the woman. She had pulled herself up and was sitting against the doorframe, her head back.
‘Did you recognize the men, Yiota?’ he asked, checking that she was breathing without obstruction.
‘No . . . one . . . one of them knocked on the door and they . . . they just pushed in, grabbed me by the hair. I managed . . . to pull away and run this way, but one of the pigs caught up with me and punched me . . .’
He found a cloth and soaked it in water. ‘Here, hold this against your mouth.’
He looked back at Mikis. He hadn’t changed position, but his chest was moving.
The paramedics arrived quickly and looked the casualties over. One of them led Yiota to the ambulance and then returned to help his colleague with the still unconscious Mikis.
‘I don’t like the look of that wound,’ he said, turning to Mavros. ‘What happened?’
‘He was hit, I don’t know what with. Maybe a pistol butt.’
The men exchanged glances and started to move Mikis on to a stretcher.
‘Take them to the West Crete Clinic, please,’ he said, slipping the Cretan’s phone and car keys out of his pocket. His large knife must have been removed along with the Colt.
Before he went to the Jeep, Mavros scrolled down the phone book and found the entry for ‘Dad’. Inhaling deeply, he called Mr Tsifakis and explained what had ha
ppened.
‘We’ll see you at the clinic,’ Mikis’s father said, with impressive composure. ‘Don’t call the police.’
I wasn’t thinking of it, Mavros said to himself, as he walked past the overturned wheelchair.
But the police, in the form of Inspector Margaritis and a bull-chested sidekick, were waiting for him at the clinic.
‘Alex Mavro,’ the inspector said, with a thin smile. ‘You’ve been poking your nose in all sorts of places.’ He pointed at the dressing on Mavros’s neck. ‘You should be more careful.’
‘You should be looking for Rudolf Kersten’s killer.’
‘Rudolf Kersten killed Rudolf Kersten,’ was Margaritis’s riposte. ‘The forensic examiner’s report is in.’
‘That was very quick.’
‘We don’t have as many suspicious deaths as you do in the big city.’
Mavros made to move past them. ‘If you don’t mind, I’d like to see how my friend is.’
‘This won’t take a minute,’ the inspector said, grabbing his arm and pressing long nails through Mavros’s shirt. ‘Get off the island, you meddling piece of shit. There’s nothing to keep you here.’
Mavros said nothing about Maria Kondos’s abduction. ‘You’re not the first person to say that. Who’s paying you?’ He leaned close to the thin man’s sparsely covered head. In the background he saw a large man with grey hair and a face that was a heavier version of Mikis’s. The woman next to him was almost as bulky and her face was set hard as she looked at the policemen. He reckoned he could go put the boot in. ‘Waggoner? Roufos? Or the wankers up in Kornaria?’
Margaritis dropped his arm like it was a piece of carrion. ‘You—’
‘You fuck off,’ Mavros said, glaring. ‘If you want to arrest me, go ahead.’ The inspector stood motionless. ‘Thought not.’
‘What happened to the woman and young Tsifakis?’
‘Slipped on a step.’
Margaritis snorted. ‘Both of them? Anyway, that’s not what we heard. There was another woman.’
Some citizen of Galatsi had obviously become suspicious when Maria was carried out of the house.
Mikis’s parents came over.
‘What’s going on, Inspector?’ his father demanded.
‘Nothing,’ Margaritis said, with an unctuous bow. ‘We’re finished.’ He departed.
‘Haris Tsifakis,’ the big man said, extending a thick-fingered hand. ‘My wife, Eleni. Pleased to finally meet you, Mr Mavro.’
‘Alex, please.’ Mavros shook their hands. ‘I’m very sorry about—’
‘No need for that,’ Tsifakis said brusquely. ‘Mikis can look after himself.’
‘Not this time,’ his wife said, looking into Mavros’s eyes. ‘We know you and Mikis have put yourselves up against some of the island’s most dangerous people. That shows courage. But tell me that you didn’t lead my son into unnecessary danger.’
‘To be honest, he’s been the one leading me most of the time,’ Mavros said, provoking a grin from Mikis’s father.
‘That’s my boy. Let’s go and see how he is.’
Mavros led them to the lifts and they went up to the fourth floor.
‘You again,’ said Doctor Stavrakakis to Mavros. ‘Do you like this place so much you’re going to take up residence?’
‘How is my son?’ Eleni put in.
‘Excuse me, Mrs Tsifaki.’ The family was obviously well known. ‘I’m afraid he’s still unconscious. We’re carrying out various tests, but there’s little I can tell you now.’ He glanced at Mavros. ‘As our Athenian friend knows, head wounds are unpredictable. How is Ms Kondos?’
‘She was kidnapped this morning.’
The neurologist looked less taken aback than he might have done.
‘The woman that came in with Mikis, how is she?’
‘Mrs Prevelaki? I checked her. There’s no significant head trauma, though she’ll have to be wary of concussion. She’s downstairs having her lip stitched. I think you know the way. You might take the opportunity to have that dressing changed.’
The doctor nodded to Mikis’s parents and walked away.
‘This is connected with those drug-dealing bastards in Kornaria, isn’t it?’ Haris said. ‘Don’t worry about the vendetta. We can come back at them with plenty of firepower.’
His wife nodded avidly, making Mavros glad he was on their side.
‘In the meantime, we’ll stay to see how Mikis gets on,’ she said. ‘Let us know when you need help.’
Mavros nodded and walked to the stairs, noting that she had said ‘when’ rather than ‘if’. That didn’t make him feel great, though he appreciated their support. He’d much rather have had the gun-wielding Mikis by his side.
Yiota Prevelaki was sitting outside the treatment room on the ground floor, with a dressing around her mouth.
Mavros took the seat next to her. ‘How are you feeling?’
‘They gave me a local anaesthetic,’ she said, lisping. ‘I’ll be all right until it wears off.’
‘Then you just take painkillers.’
The woman looked at him. ‘Maria told me about you. How you saved her from those animals in Kornaria.’
‘That was my friend upstairs more than me.’
‘There was something about a rock in an armed man’s face?’
‘Ah, that. I got lucky.’
She smiled with difficulty. ‘You’re too modest, Mr Mavro.’
‘Alex, please. Are you waiting for someone?’
‘No, my husband’s on a ship in the Pacific. I was summoning up strength to call a taxi.’
‘I’ll take you home.’
When they were in the Jeep, Mavros made a mess of engaging first gear.
‘Your friend’s a driver, isn’t he?’ Yiota said. ‘The Tsifakis family is an important one in Chania.’
He nodded. ‘I hope he pulls through.’
‘So do I. What are you going to do now? Maria must be back in Kornaria now. You can’t go up there. They’ll use you for target practice.’
‘I’ll deal with that when I have to. First, I need to know more about your cousin.’ He pulled on to the main road heading west.
‘I can’t tell you much—ow!’
‘Careful,’ Mavros said, touching his own dressing, which he’d forgotten to get changed. ‘That spray will be wearing off.’
Yiota nodded slowly. ‘There isn’t much I can tell you about Maria, Alex. We exchange emails from time to time, but we’ve never been close. I didn’t even see her when the film crew arrived – until she called me yesterday afternoon.’
‘Did you go to pick her up from the Heavenly Blue?’
‘I don’t drive. No, she came in a taxi – not one of the Tsifakis cars. She got the driver to pick her up from the back of the hotel.’
‘So she told you she’d been in Kornaria.’
‘Yes, she said she’d gone for a walk outside the resort on Sunday evening – something about being sick of being cooped up – and that a car stopped and the driver offered her a lift.’
‘Did she know the driver – was it a man or a woman?’
‘A man, I think, but she didn’t say whether she knew him. Someone was hiding in the back seat and suddenly a hood was over her head and a rope round her neck. She was pushed forward so that she was out of sight.’
‘Sounds like the guys who grabbed her today – or equally proficient hard men.’
Yiota Prevelaki turned to him. ‘Not everyone in our family is worthy of approbation, Alex.’ She stared at his expression. ‘What? A village woman isn’t allowed to use learned vocabulary? I trained as a teacher, but my husband’s family doesn’t allow me to work.’ There was a weight of pain in her voice.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said, embarrassed both by underestimating her and at the plight of an educated woman in a Cretan village. ‘Don’t worry, I know about the Kondoyannis family in Florida and the delightful Michael “the Bat”.’
‘Oh,’ she said, surprised. ‘Well,
I have nothing to do with them.’
They drove past the gate to the resort, which was now besieged by even more journalists and reporters.
‘Rudolf Kersten was a hero to many people here,’ Yiota said.
Mavros made no comment, still unsure what to believe about the old German’s activities.
‘I don’t know much about the film Maria is working on, though,’ Yiota said. ‘Have you met Cara Parks?’
‘I have.’
‘What’s she like? She doesn’t strike me as the most likely Cretan resistance hero.’
Mavros got the feeling she was leading the conversation in another direction.
‘Listen, Yiota, your cousin is in serious danger. I don’t know if she told you, but she didn’t say anything to us about what happened to her in Kornaria. If I’m going to have any chance of rescuing her again, I need to know everything about her.’
His passenger lowered her head. ‘I can’t, Alex. She’s family.’
‘She’ll be dead family soon!’ he shouted, making her jolt upright. ‘Is that what you want?’
Yiota Prevelaki was quiet until he drew up outside her house. Then she turned to him and spoke in a low voice.
‘The only thing Maria told me was that another Greek-American family has muscled in on the Kondoyannis business, including her father’s links with the Kornaria producers. They seem to think she has something to do with the drugs trade.’
‘And she doesn’t?’
‘No!’ Yiota exclaimed.
‘Are you sure of that?’
Her gaze dropped. ‘No,’ she answered.
Mavros got out and walked her to the front door.
‘Please try to get her back,’ the woman said softly.
‘I will,’ Mavros said, squeezing her hand.
As he walked back to the Jeep, he wondered if the other Greek-American family was that of Luke Jannet and Rosie Yellenberg. Despite their assurances that they had nothing to do with their father’s activities, had they been playing him for a fool from the start?
Cara Parks called as Mavros was approaching the Heavenly Blue. He told her he’d be with her shortly. First, he intended to talk to Hildegard Kersten. Though he had little to tell her, he had some questions.
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