Jeffrey Siger - An Aegean Prophecy

He stared at the bottle and touched himself again.

‘You were terrific, darling. Can only imagine how great you must be when you’re awake.’ Barbara was talking with her head in the pillow. ‘Consider it payment in full for driving me crazy all night.’ She rolled onto her back, pulled her knees up toward her hips, and said, ‘But in case you can’t remember what it feels like to be inside me… bare.’ She spread open her arms and smiled. Andreas stared at her, holding personal lubricant in his one hand and a very hard dick in the other.

‘I think I’ll take a shower.’

‘Lucky woman.’ Barbara rolled back onto her belly.

The conversation was so awkward for Andreas that he didn’t know what to do next. He showered for twenty minutes, trying to think of something to say. By the time he came out of the bathroom, Barbara was gone. A note was on her pillow. He picked it up.

Ran off to town. Regards to Lila. Thanks. B.

Who the hell is ever going to believe this? He called Tassos.

‘And how are we this morning, my little party animal?’

‘Do not ask.’

‘That bad?’

‘Worse. So, what happened?’

‘I think we picked most of it up on tape. Good idea you had to talk over the woman’s back all night. She muffled out a lot of the background noise. Surprised she didn’t mind. A real trouper.’

Andreas didn’t dare respond. Tassos had been a cop too long; a tone of voice would tell all.

‘They took the bait. Right after you told him about the stuff at Barbara’s, Vladimir said something to one of his guys in Russian. It had to be to find and search her house. My Syros boys tailed them there. They were real efficient, in and out in less than ten minutes. Bet you didn’t notice they ever were there.’

‘In my condition I wouldn’t have noticed a herd of elephants camped out in the living room. Did your boys check to see if they planted any bugs in the house?’

‘Yes. It’s clean.’

Andreas walked into the living room and looked at his briefcase. ‘Did your guys touch my briefcase?’ He rarely carried one but did for this trip.

‘I told them if they even breathed on it they’d be singing castrato at Easter services.’

The briefcase was sitting on a patterned chair exactly where Andreas had set it down… almost. Just one half a flower too far back on the seat cushion. ‘Yeah, these guys were good, not perfect, but good.’ He opened the case. Again, everything almost where it should be. The flash drive was not exactly at the same spot on the newspaper as he’d placed it before going out, nor was the folder with copies of the articles and photographs exactly where he’d left it.

‘Looks like they got to everything, and took care I wouldn’t notice.’

‘Any chance they missed it?’ asked Tassos.

‘If they were blind and dumb.’

‘Not those guys. So now what?’

‘Don’t know about you, but for once I’ll be spending my holiday at home. Let the other guys do the work.’ ‘Kalo Paska.’

Andreas paused. ‘How do you say “Happy Easter” in Russian?’

‘Why?’

‘Well, that guy Vladimir wasn’t so bad. The fact he wanted to screw Barbara only made him human. I thought I’d call and say thanks. He did pick up the check.’

‘Probably not a good idea. The only reason he’d want to talk to you — unless you can get him laid — is to make sure this whole thing wasn’t a setup. If I were you, I’d avoid him.’

Andreas nodded at the phone. ‘Good advice. I’m off to the airport.’

‘I wonder what they’re going to do with what they took?’

‘My guess is, start off by ruining a lot of people’s holiday.’

‘As long as it’s not ours.’

‘Amen to that, my friend.’

The area of Costa Ilios was not far from the center of town, but trying to get a taxi from there to the airport at six in the afternoon on the Saturday before Easter required a bit of a miracle. In Andreas’ case, it took a call from the current Mykonos police chief. Andreas hoped to get a seat on the 7:30 flight. It was the first one to Athens since he’d gotten up. He was banking on everyone being where they intended to be by now, what with Saturday night being the main event of Greek Easter.

Andreas was in the midst of a heated argument with a particularly belligerent ticket agent who kept insisting that despite a virtually deserted departures area there were no seats available on the flight, even for a GADA chief inspector.

‘Chief Kaldis.’

The voice was behind him. Andreas turned. ‘Yes?’

‘Mr Brusko would like you to join him for coffee.’ The accent was Russian but the man was not someone he recognized from last night. He was stocky, five-foot-ten, around sixty, and dressed like a college professor on holiday.

Andreas looked around. ‘I don’t see him.’

‘He’s at his home.’

Andreas nodded. ‘I see. Well, please thank him, but I have a plane to catch.’ He looked at his watch. ‘In thirty minutes.’

‘It is very important.’

‘So is getting home in time for Easter.’

‘He can arrange to fly you there.’

‘I’m sure he can, but my family is expecting me on this plane. Please thank him, especially for last night, but I must respectfully decline.’

The man studied him for a moment. ‘It’s about Zacharias.’

Andreas shrugged.

The man smiled. ‘Very good.’

‘“Very good” what? I don’t know any “Zacharias.”’ Andreas looked at his watch and turned back to the ticket agent. The agent looked right past him as if expecting a sign from Vladimir’s man. Andreas leaned in. ‘Bad move, numbnuts. If I don’t have a ticket in my hand in fifteen seconds, I’m coming behind this counter and kicking the fucking shit out of you. And just try getting a cop to help you.’

The guy started to stammer.

‘Eleven… ten… no talk… just a ticket… seven-’

The agent frantically punched away at his keyboard, yanked out a ticket from the printer, and handed it to Andreas.

Andreas turned and faced the Russian man behind him. ‘Your turn. Just how long a holiday would you like to spend in Greece? Ever see Midnight Express? Would you like to experience the Greek version? Consider your next move carefully.’ Andreas stepped toward him.

The man stepped aside.

Andreas leaned over and whispered in his ear, ‘Smart move. And tell your boss sitting in the Hummer outside not to be so conspicuous next time.’

Andreas walked to the check-in counter at the north end of the room. By the time he’d checked in and turned around, Vladimir was standing by the door to the departure gates.

Andreas walked straight toward him. ‘I see you missed my company.’

Vladimir nodded. ‘Yes, but this is far more serious than drinks at a bar and playing with a woman’s back.’

‘Maybe for you, but for me it’s a hell of a lot less exciting.’

Vladimir smiled. ‘May we talk outside?’

They went out and stood by the entrance to the parking area.

‘What you told me last night could have severe implications.’

‘About what?’

‘You know exactly what I’m talking about.’

‘Vladimir, you’re a nice guy, and I know you want to bury your cock about as deep as it can go in Barbara, but aside from that I have no idea what you’re talking about.’

Vladimir smiled again. ‘You’re right about point one, but I don’t believe your second.’

Andreas placed his arm over Vladimir’s shoulder and locked eyes with him. ‘For the life of me Vladimir, I really want to help you out here, so if there is something on your mind just tell me directly, otherwise please stop with all this bullshit and let me catch my plane.’