Jeffrey Siger - Assassins of Athens

'About what?'

'Can't tell. Wait a minute.'

Kouros didn't speak for two minutes. Andreas wanted to say, 'What's happening?' but he knew Kouros would tell him if he could. Andreas hated it when his old chiefs wanted updates in the middle of a fight. It got his phone all bloody.

'Okay, I'm back. He was looking this way so I started talking to a hooker. Man, are they ugly down here. Whew. Anyway, Angelo told me he saw Demosthenes shake hands with the two guys and give them the magazine.'

'He gave them the magazine?'

'Yeah, they opened it up and took out some money.'

'Why didn't he just hand them the money? No cops around there, at least none who would care.'

'For sure. Wait a second.' This time it was a second. 'I have an angle on them off this window and… what the fuck… all three of them are looking at the magazine. Demosthenes is pointing to something.'

'Can you make it out?'

'No way to see what he's looking at, too far. But the magazine looks like… yes, it's Hello.'

'Hello? What are they doing with Hello?'

'Demosthenes maybe, but other two definitely aren't the Hello type. Guarantee you they're into the big tits, wide-open crotch, beat-off in the public toilet sort of stuff. But they've got a serious conversation going on about something in that maga — gotta run, Chief. They're splitting up. Angelo, you and Christina stay with the new guys, I'll take Demosthenes.'

The phone went dead. Andreas rubbed his eyes, then stretched. He pressed the intercom button. 'Maggie, do you have the latest issue of Hello?'

'Does the sea have water, the sky clouds?'

'I take it that's a-' before he could say 'yes' Maggie was coming through the door with the magazine.

Maggie dropped it on his desk. 'Some of us have work to do.'

She left him smiling. He looked at the cover. What were they looking at and why? Had to be something bad. Andreas opened to the first page and started turning through the magazine. Never realized how many worked so hard to get their pictures in here, while so many the magazine would love to feature worked even harder to stay out.

There was a story on the Kostopoulos family headlined, 'Where are they?' It was filled with rumors and empty of new facts. But it had pictures of everyone in the family. This was a possibility, he thought, but dismissed it as unlikely. No way, after everything with the Sardinians, Demosthenes was tossing amateurs into the mix. Besides, all of the family was out of Athens and, if they somehow reached Mykonos… Andreas smiled at the thought of the two street guys tangling with Zanni's little army, especially the major.

He kept turning pages. There were photographs of a lot of people he recognized and a lot more he didn't. Then he saw Lila. She looked so beautiful. He couldn't believe she actually liked him. Loved him from what she said this morning. What can she possibly see in me? What can I possibly offer her?

'Stop looking for problems. Believe her you idiot, and go with it.' Andreas was talking to himself.

He turned more pages. There was one of Linardos at some benefit, and another of the Old Man at the same benefit. Could be one of them, maybe both. Andreas stared at their photos and wondered what reason Demosthenes had to go after those two. He might get away with one falling victim to a random, tragic, street crime, but two? No way anyone would take that as coincidence. It would trigger an enormous investigation from every imaginable media and government arm. Demosthenes must be going after only one, but which one? And why?

Demosthenes didn't seem upset after his meeting with the two. Even happy. No, what Kouros said was 'at peace with the world.' What happened between then and now that has Demosthenes out hiring street scum who'd cut a throat for ten euros? Amazing, today he wants them dead; yesterday it was drinks at the Kolonaki Club. Guess the old adage is true-

Andreas stopped in mid-thought; his chest seized up, a chill shot through his body, his head started spinning. He thought he'd puke. 'Lila! My god, they're going after Lila!' He talked to himself, trying to force his way out of whatever was happening to him. 'So, this is what they call an anxiety attack. No fucking way, asshole!' Andreas slammed his fists three times on the desk, stood up and headed out the door. 'No FUCKING WAY!' They had to hurry. The guy with the magazine said she worked over by the Acropolis and they must be there in thirty minutes. Fastest way was the metro. They ran. Had to get to Omonia — from there it was three stops to Akropoli station. That was their only chance to make it on time. The guy said she wasn't expecting it, and they'd get triple what he'd already paid if they did her today. If they caught her alone it was easy. With people around it would be tougher, but they still could do it. Just a quick bump and stab and she'd be dead before anyone knew what happened.

They hoped she was alone, though, and took a walk. They wanted to find a place to have a little fun with her first. The magazine guy said he didn't care what they did to her, as long as she died. They really wanted this pretty uptown lady to take a walk. Andreas tried reaching Lila everywhere he could think of. She wasn't answering her mobile. He tried her at home, but she wasn't there, and although the maid thought she was meeting friends for lunch, she didn't know which ones or where. He called the museum, but no one picked up. All he got was a message saying it was closed today. He sent a text message warning her, and prayed she got it. He jumped back and forth between calling and text messaging. Not a word back. Andreas was desperate.

He kept trying to get through to Angelo and Christina. The investigation no longer mattered. He would order them to stop those two immediately, no matter what it took. But he couldn't reach anyone. He called Kouros.

'Chief?'

'Where are Angelo and Christina?'

'No idea, they told me the two guys were headed into the metro at Omonia and they were right behind them. Probably still underground with no signal. What's up?'

'They're after Lila.'

'My god.'

'Grab that bastard Demosthenes and find out where he sent them.'

Kouros didn't answer.

'Did you hear me?' Andreas shouted.

'I can't, he's somewhere inside the university. I couldn't follow him in. We're watching the gates for when he comes out.'

'Fuck the constitution. Just find him!' Andreas screamed and pounded his fists on the steering wheel. He'd been driving around without any idea of where to go. He was breathing heavily. 'Yianni, please. We've got to find him. They're going to kill her.'

'I'm going in now. I'll call you as soon as I have him.' Kouros paused. 'And I'm praying, too. Bye.'

Where can she be? Andreas never thought he'd see a worse moment in his life than his father's suicide. But this was worse, far worse. At eight years old there was nothing he could do to save someone he loved, but now he could. And yet he couldn't. He was left to dialing phone numbers — 'Angelo, Christina, for god's sake answer me' — and prayer. Andreas pulled the car over to the curb and stopped. He shut his eyes and bowed his head. 'Please, dear Lord, don't let anything happen to Lila. I beg of you, please.' Angelo and Christina hadn't stopped running since the two men with Demon took off from Sophocleos Street. The men never checked to see if anyone was running behind them, so they figured the two were high. The cops caught their breath on the train, but the moment they reached the metro stop by the Acropolis the running started again. The cops were thirty yards behind them at the metro station, but the distance widened as they passed the new Acropolis Museum, and they were closer to forty yards apart by the time the two men turned left onto the Dionysiou Areopagitou pedestrian promenade. It was part of the wide walkway that ran from the Ancient Agora on the west, past the Odeon of Herodes Atticus and Ancient Theater of Dionysos at the base of the Acropolis, to the plaza across from Hadrian's Arch on the east.