Jeffrey Siger - Assassins of Athens

Andreas finished and jumped into the shower. That was where he did some of his best thinking.

There really wasn't all that much to do in a late-night club early in the morning. Of course, there's the booze, the drugs, the noise, and the (lingering) hope of getting laid by someone of your preferred sexual orientation, but if you actually wanted to talk to someone, forget about it. Sure, you had the ramblers, philosophers, stoics, Hamlets, and expletive-stringers — yougottabefuckingshittingmemotherfuckermalakia — all willing to share their predawn wisdom, but when you reached the bottom line, the whole scene got old and boring pretty quickly. And when you had to be there every night making nice to everyone…

That was Giorgio's life. Every night he'd be at his expected position by the front door nodding to his regulars, coddling visiting celebrities, embracing politicians, stroking those who despised other guests; all the while smiling. He ruled every aspect of the madness of the place with the pinpoint red-dot of a silver laser pen never out of his left hand. It demanded and received immediate attention from whomever it summoned. That was how Giorgio kept his sanity: by staying in control and sober. Everybody knew that.

Which was exactly why Andreas was yelling at himself in the shower. 'Just how stupid are you? How could you think for a minute that a hooker could walk into his club with two gorillas, take over a table in the VIP section, and Giorgio wouldn't know exactly what was going on? What are you, Kaldis, a goddamned rookie?'

Andreas finished with a string of more expletives directed at himself and a decision to get the investigation back on track. Enough with this grand conspiracy bullshit. It was a distraction. The murder trail was getting cold. He wondered if that was intentional; the boy's death simply revenge for the Linardos girl's humiliation and Marios' performance a debt owed to the Linardos family repaid by an elegant ruse. Nothing was outside the realm of possibility. He turned off the shower. Back to rule number one: trust no one. Everyone in the office knew the Chief was in a foul mood. Even his pencils could tell. He'd already snapped and thrown three against the wall.

'So, what do you think, Yianni, did the bastard set me up? Does Giorgio have video of me with that girl?'

Kouros didn't say a word. It was the sort of question not looking for an answer.

Snap, BAM. Another pencil casualty ricocheted off the wall. 'Fuck him if he does. It's not going to change a damn thing. If I find that bastard's involved in that kid's murder…' his voice trailed off.

'We do have Sotiris and Anna disappearing through that emergency exit into the parking lot, the one with the painted over security camera.'

Andreas had been ranting uninterrupted for so long he was surprised at hearing another voice. 'No way Giorgio didn't know they went out that door. Opening it must have set off all sorts of alarms.'

'And security running to make sure no one was sneaking in,' added Kouros.

'Yeah, or running out on a check. Bastard.' Andreas drummed his fingers on his desk. 'We've got to figure out why Giorgio's involved in all this.'

'Money?'

'Yeah, but whose money? Linardos'? That puts us back where we were before: no proof of anything. And we'd get nowhere going toe-to-toe with Giorgio over this on what we have. Damn, we've got to find the link between Giorgio and whoever's paying. That's where we squeeze.' He clenched his fist.

'Just tell me who, and I'll start squeezing.'

'Wish I knew.' Andreas drummed his fingers some more. 'Any luck with that gay bar?'

Kouros gestured no. 'Just like you said, there was nothing in the dumpster when they emptied the garbage, and no one in the bar saw anyone resembling the victim or the two gorillas.'

'So, we have the kid dead in the dumpster, last seen alive in the Angel Club.' He flashed the palms of both hands toward the floor in the Greek manner of cursing the party named. 'And, if we believe the girl, they grabbed him in the club's parking lot. Which explains why the camera was out, so that there's no direct evidence linking the gorillas to a crime. Just her word.'

'The word of a hooker.'

Andreas didn't look at him. 'Yeah, the word of a hooker.' 'Wonder where they took him between the parking lot and the dumpster?'

Andreas shrugged. 'No idea. And unless we catch them, doubt we ever will. All they needed was some private place to-' he didn't want to think about what they'd done to the boy- 'finish him.'

'Could have been anywhere.'

Andreas nodded. 'But I doubt it was some random place on the side of a road. This was too well planned. They knew exactly where they were going and what they were doing. Wherever it was, it was worked out ahead of time.'

'Right down to the specific dumpster and time to use it.'

Andreas nodded. 'For sure.'

'Yeah, but how could they be sure someone wouldn't walk out of the bar while they were in the middle of dumping the body?'

'The bar was closed.' Andreas shrugged.

'Yeah, but how could they be sure some customers weren't still hanging around hoping to get lucky with a late-night quickie out behind the dumpster?'

Andreas shook his head. 'Yianni, they'd already dumped the garbage, the place was shut down.'

'Bars always dump garbage while customers still are inside. They get everything ready to close and lock up the moment the last one leaves. Happens all the time. Especially with good payers you don't want to upset.'

Andreas picked up a pencil and began tapping its eraser end on his desk. 'If you're right, that means someone must have checked to see if there was anyone inside who might come out while they were dumping the body.'

'And since the owner didn't recognize the two gorillas-'

'Someone else did the checking.' Andreas nodded as he finished Kouros' sentence. 'It's a long shot, Yianni, but the only one we have. What time does the bar open?'

'Around seven.'

'Great. It's a date.' Andreas smiled.

Maggie stuck her head in the door. 'It's Lila Vardi on the phone for you.'

Andreas looked at his watch. It was almost noon. 'Okay, I'll take it.'

Kouros shot a look toward Maggie at the door. 'Uh, Maggie, let me speak to you for a moment. Outside.' He pushed up from his chair and was out the door in three quick steps, closing the door behind him.

Andreas smiled. Guess he thought I wanted privacy. The phone buzzed, signaling he should pick up the call. Maybe I do. Lila's first words were, 'Did you receive my message?' Andreas replied that he had, but was tied up with work all morning. When he heard, 'Even too busy to return my call?' he knew where this was headed. Too many women had said those words to him before, though in a decidedly different context. And, as with the rest of them, she was right. He tried 'Sorry,' but that didn't work. It never did, nor did, 'You're right, I was wrong,' or the old standby, 'Honest, there is nothing more important to me than what you have to say, but can we talk about this at another time?'

So, he wasn't surprised when thirty minutes later he was sitting in her apartment doing penance.

'… and that's how I figured it out. They were banished and the boy was murdered because the family didn't listen!' She sounded as excited as a schoolgirl coming home with straight A's.

'That's a great theory but-'

'I know, I know, in ancient Athens they didn't banish the entire family and certainly would never kill a family member if the banished one didn't listen, but there were other forms of banishment for actual crimes, ones where the entire family was banished, even the bones of dead family members were dug-up and sent away and-'

Andreas put up his hand to stop her. 'No, that's not what I was going to say. I congratulate you for figuring it out, I really do, but that's not the direction this investigation is headed.'