Jeffrey Siger - Target - Tinos

“You’re assuming that he did,” said Andreas. “And isn’t just taking one for the team. After all, Eleni said he’s dedicated nearly his entire life to the Foundation.”

“But why keep a robbery secret in the first place?” said Kouros.

“The ‘why’ I understand,” said Tassos. “I don’t know if you remember, but the Foundation once announced a public auction to convert some donated treasures into cash to fund its projects. Supporters went wild. They didn’t want their gifts to the Megalochari sold off to strangers. Can you imagine how those supporters would react if they knew how much of what they’ve donated has been stolen?

“I think the ‘why’ is nothing more than our traditional Greek ‘cost of doing business’ attitude. You must give up to get.”

“But if we’re talking about tithing that’s a hell of lot of money disappearing every year,” said Kouros.

Andreas opened the driver’s door. “Guys, I’d prefer if you’d come up with another ‘why’ theory.”

“How about a conspiracy between the supervising government ministries and someone at the Foundation?” said Kouros opening the driver side rear door.

“Another Greek trait,” said Tassos. “When all else fails, find a conspiracy.” He walked around the car and opened the passenger side front door.

“It would also answer your ‘how’ question,” said Kouros sliding onto the back seat.

“Can’t we come up with something else, like biblical justification for all this? After all, we are talking about a church here,” said Andreas.

Tassos sat down next to Andreas. “You mean like not cutting to the edges of your field so that the poor may live off of what is left?” said Tassos.

“That’ll work,” said Andreas.

“But it’s Old Testament,” said Tassos.

“Still works, I’m just looking for someway to justify to myself why I’m willing to ignore a ten year cover-up.”

“Come on,” said Tassos. “You don’t actually believe that no one at those ministries knows about the robberies?”

“I see, we’re back to conspiracies,” said Andreas.

“Yes, but let’s not look upon it as one premised on an opportunity to corruptly profit, but instead evolving out of a genuine desire to protect the victim from further harm by adopting a ‘let sleeping dogs lie’ approach.”

“Wow, you make it sound as if something like that could actually happen in this country,” said Kouros.

“Enough already. Let’s leave it at if we find the thieves we’ll find the killers. And screw whatever else happens.” Andreas started the car and handed Tassos a document. “Here’s the secret map. You navigate. Just tell me the first stop on our treasure hunt.”

“Eleni’s father’s taverna.”

Andreas looked at Tassos. “You’re joking. The Foundation has a secret vault at his place?”

“No. I’m hungry.”

The father put them at a large table beneath a sprawling tree and placed a bottle of water on the table together with what he called the “the yield of their shade,” ripe, freshly peeled figs. Tassos thanked him, and took him aside for a few moments of private conversation.

By the time he returned half the figs were gone. “Hey, you’re eating them all.”

“No, only our half,” smiled Kouros.

“What did he have to say?” said Andreas.

“No more than what Eleni told us.” Tassos popped a fig into his mouth. “Plus, the part about him ‘only telling a few people.’”

“Any one we know?”

“Nope. But enough to say it probably got back to Trelos through him or possibly indirectly though Trelos’ sister. Eleni’s father mentioned it to a metanastes who works here and hangs out at her brother’s bar.”

“Maybe we should ask Eleni’s father if he has any idea where the sister might be?” said Andreas.

“How would he know?” said Kouros.

“Because gossip goes two ways,” said Tassos. “And, I already asked him. The only places he could think of were where we already looked. He said that whole area over by Trelos’ house belongs to their family. It covers practically everything for a quarter mile north of the sea between Aghios Fokas and Aghios Sostis, except for that prehistoric settlement.”

Tassos took another fig. “He did have a bit of interesting gossip on the sister. It seems that fellow who jilted her wasn’t all to blame. He came from a very traditional family but he wasn’t from Tinos and not someone her parents approved of. Her parents were outraged when the couple became engaged without obtaining their consent and refused to give her a dowry. That killed the deal for the boy’s parents. No dowry, no marriage.”

“How long after that did the parents die?” said Andreas.

“You and your patricide-matricide theory. She was jilted about a decade before, so that would have given her a very stale motive.”

“Anything else?”

“She’d tried to get the Foundation to give her a dowry, something they did for girls in need of that sort of help. But the Foundation said that since her family was very rich they couldn’t do it for her. No one has heard her say a word since.”

“That’s probably when she tried to hang herself,” said Andreas.

“Did he have anything to say about Trelos?” said Kouros.

“Nothing more than we already know.”

Andreas reached for the map in front of Tassos. “Since you’re busy with your figs, let me take a look at this.” He spread the map out on the table. “And, Yianni, keep an eye on the father. I don’t want his curiosity costing me my soul oath to God.”

The map was a common tourist map, marked with eleven bright red circles. Starting with a circle in the port town around Panagia Evangelistria, five more ran roughly north centered on Kechrovouni Monastery, the ancient Xobourgo fortress, a Catholic Jesuit monastery, a place outside Greece’s finest basket weaving village of Volax, and a spot on the sea off to the northwest just east of Makrisia Bay. From west to east Dimitri had circled five more sites, beginning at the island’s artistic heart in Pyrgos and moving east to Katapoliani Monastery, the island’s livestock breeding capital in the Steni-Potamia-Myrsini villages corridor, the church of The Prophet Ilias on a western plateau of Mount Tsiknias, and a promontory just west of the Bay of Livada. Within each circle were delicately drawn crosshairs, also in bright red.

“Here comes pappy,” said Kouros.

Andreas quickly folded over the map.

“May I get you anything?”

“Yes,” said Andreas. “Undisturbed solitude.”

Tassos raised his hand, “Sorry, filos, my friend has had a very bad time of it recently. His wife went off on their honeymoon without him. So, let’s just give him his space. I’ll let you know if we need anything.”

The father hesitated as if wanting to say something, but turned and walked away.

“I appreciate what you did to cover for Eleni, but couldn’t you have been a bit nicer to her father? He’s like a brother to me.”

“But he’s not mine, and I made a promise to God not to let anyone but us see this.”

“You know, Yianni, maybe there’s some truth to what I said about the reason for our friend’s mood.”

“I’ve got no dog in this fight. You two work it out,” said Kouros.

“Okay, I’m sorry if I offended him. Does that make everyone happy?” Andreas unfolded the map and spread it out on the table. “Now, would you please take a look at this to see if we can come up with a clue as to how thieves pulled off so many robberies for such a long time without getting caught.”

“My God,” said Tassos, “Those sites are all over island. It will take us ten more years just to get to them all.”