Jack Higgins - The Dark Side of the Island

From somewhere a thousand miles away he could hear Papademos shouting to his men and the rattle of the anchor chain and there was a roaring in his ears.

Katina was there, her arms around him and Yanni, his face white with excitement. She led him to the jeep and the boy opened the door and Lomax slumped into the passenger seat.

She climbed behind the wheel and leaned across to wipe blood from his face. ‘Are you all right?’ she asked calmly.

He could feel her hand trembling and he held it for a moment and smiled. ‘A good thing Kytros arrived when he did. I’m getting a little old to be playing that kind of game.’

She drove away quickly, scattering the crowd, and turned the jeep expertly into the narrow side street.

‘Where are we going?’ he said.

‘To the hotel for your things. Afterwards I’ll take you out to the villa. Oliver would want me to.’

She turned into the square and braked to a halt in front of the hotel. As she started to get out, Lomax laid a hand on her arm. ‘Not you, only me.’ He climbed down and walked round to the other side. ‘I could do with some time to think this thing out.’

She looked down at him gravely. ‘Just as you like.’

‘Are you going to keep Yanni with you?’

She nodded. ‘I think it would be better.’

He smiled and ran his fingers through the boy’s tousled hair. ‘We’ll find you another dog, Yanni.’

He moved between the tables and just as he reached the door she called to him. When he turned he saw that she was unfastening a chain that hung around her neck.

She threw it to him, liquid gold in the sun, and he caught it, closing his hand over it at once, knowing what it was.

‘I give you back your courage,’ she said, and drove away very quickly.

He went into the cool darkness, aware of Anna’s frightened face peering at him from the kitchen doorway and the stairs seemed to stretch into eternity.

When he reached his room, he closed the door very carefully and stood with his back against it staring at his clenched right hand with the two ends of gold chain hanging down. After a while, he opened it gently and looked at the small bronze coin that bore the face of Achilles.

A long time ago, he thought. A hell of a long time ago. He lit a cigarette and went and lay on his back on the bed and stared blindly into the past.

Book Two

The Nightcomer

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