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  “On the ground, hands behind your head.” It was Angelo coming up behind him.

  New guy dropped to his knees.

  That was when the shot came. It entered dead center into new guy’s forehead.

  The cops scrambled for cover.

  The shot had to come from a building across the square, down by Ermou Street. But which building?

  “Christina, call for assistance and stay with the bodies.”

  Angelo ran toward Ermou, looking for something, anything. He ran into buildings, tried doors, grabbed anyone who looked suspicious, and did whatever else he could think of to make himself believe he had a snowball’s chance in hell of catching the shooter. But he knew it was a waste of time.

  Just then his phone rang. It was Kouros.

  “Busy night.” Andreas’ elbows were on his desk, his head in his hands, and his fingers rubbing his forehead. He dropped his hands and stared at Kouros and Tassos sitting across the desk from him. The three of them had just spent two hours with Angelo and Christina going over what happened in Syntagma.

  “That was no mugging,” said Tassos. “No matter what the guy with the stiletto might have hoped to make it look like.”

  “And not a sign anywhere that a shooter was ever there, except for the bullet through stiletto guy’s forehead,” said Andreas.

  “Can’t wait to see how the papers play this one,” said Kouros. “‘Today in Syntagma a target under surveillance by the Greek police was the victim of a professional hit and, although the killer was immediately apprehended on the scene without a fight by police, in a matter of seconds after his capture he was taken out by an unknown sniper.’”

  “So far, the only good news tonight was that we didn’t get whacked,” said Tassos.

  Andreas rubbed his eyes. “Don’t forget the call I got from our distinguished minister screaming about doing something to stop ‘foreign criminal elements’ from ‘slaughtering’ each other in ‘the heart of our beloved Athens.’”

  “Is that supposed to be more good news or bad?” said Kouros.

  “I wasn’t quite sure if he was upset about the ‘slaughtering’ or the fact it was done in Syntagma instead of somewhere else,” said Tassos.

  “That may be a bit harsh,” said Andreas. “I think that’s just Spiros’ way of spinning things to minimize heat from the press. Bad guys killing bad guys always seem to work. The good news was that he didn’t make the connection to the Tinos murders. And with any luck nor will the press.”

  “Yeah, dead tsigani are all alike,” said Tassos.

  Andreas starred at Tassos. “You’re incorrigible.”

  “Thank you,” said Tassos. “As a matter of fact, a member of Parliament once told me that if you wanted to understand the Greeks, think one word. ‘Incorrigible.’”

  Tassos stretched his arms out over his head and yawned. “Whoever arranged this had to know we were interested in Punka. It’s just too much of a coincidence. He was never in hiding, so if he were a threat to someone before we were on to him, he’d have been taken out long ago.”

  “Where’s our leak?” said Andreas.

  “Maybe it was Tassos’ tsigani contact, the one who hooked you up with Punka?” said Kouros.

  “Stefan is capable of anything. But that would be a very risky play for him. He knows that if I even thought he double-crossed me…” Tassos waved a hand in the air.

  “Maybe when the boys from our meeting tonight realized we were pressing the investigation into Punka’s murdered brothers they decided to take him out, too?” said Kouros.

  “And us along with him,” said Tassos.

  “Or it could be that Punka said something about the two of you busting his balls and it got back to someone who decided he was better off dead,” said Kouros.

  Andreas leaned across the desk and stared at Kouros. “You just gave me another candidate. When I was playing hardball with Punka in that taverna, if someone overheard me telling him I was a cop who wanted to talk to him about his brothers’ murders it would have made headlines on the tsigani gossip network.” Andreas slammed his right hand on the desk. “ Damnit. ”

  “That might mean whoever whacked Punka knows who you are,” said Tassos.

  “I never said my name.”

  “Punka might have told someone who you were after we dropped him at the taverna,” said Tassos.

  “Or with the way your face keeps popping up in gossip columns about the wedding, someone might have recognized you,” said Kouros.

  “I doubt if the tsigani in that taverna read Espresso,” said Andreas. “But I get your point. Send Christina and Angelo out there to see if they can locate anyone Punka might have talked to after we dropped him off. Tell them to get the names of everyone inside when I was there and, when they’re told no one remembers, to get the names of all the regulars.” Andreas paused. “And have them find out if that young girl working there yesterday is into gossip magazines.”

  “Any ideas on who might be behind this?” said Tassos.

  “The Albanians are high on my list,” said Kouros.

  “They’re high on everyone’s list all the time,” said Tassos.

  Andreas ran his fingers though his hair. “If what the Menidi crew said tonight about something major going down on Tinos ties in to what happened in Syntagma, and I can’t imagine it doesn’t, that church on Tinos is facing some very serious trouble.”

  “Uhh, speaking of ‘serious trouble’ could we focus for a minute on a rather immediate, personal problem?” said Kouros.

  “What are you talking about?” said Andreas.

  “We just pissed off some of the meanest motherfuckers in Greece. They’re not going to just walk away from this. How do you suggest we deal with them?”

  “Aleksander wasn’t happy about what happened tonight,” said Tassos. “Going after us disrespected him in a very public way. Worse yet, the ones who disrespected him failed. Don’t worry, Yianni, they’ll ‘work things out among themselves.’” Tassos emphasized his last words with finger quotes morphed into the universal thumb and forefinger sign for a gun.

  “Let’s hope so,” said Kouros. “After all, I’d prefer attending a wedding to a funeral this weekend.”

  Andreas tapped a pencil against his forehead. “Maybe it’s not such a bad idea to put the Menidi boys away. At least the ones from the meeting until after the wedding. Give them a chance to cool down. After all, we don’t want them getting so worked up over what we might have in mind for them that they decide to come after us first.”

  Tassos nodded. “Yeah, I’d rather see you dodging rice than Molotov cocktails.”

  Among the hardest things to find in Athens when you’re looking for one is a big time mobster to arrest. They seemed to sense when it was time to disappear. Or perhaps it was a service included with their monthly envelopes stuffed with euros to Athens’ not so finest: the “it’s time to get out of town” call.

  But after the debacle in Menidi no one at that meeting had to be told to disappear. There’d be no way to find any of them unless you knew where to look. That’s why Tassos called Aleksander in the middle of the night with a simple proposition: “Tell me where your colleagues from the meeting are hiding, and I’ll put them away until things calm down.”

  Tassos wasn’t surprised when Aleksander agreed. Tassos’ suggestion temporarily ridded Aleksander of his rivals, giving him breathing room and time to regroup. What surprised him was the list Aleksander rattled off. He named twice the number of bad guys at the meeting. Tassos didn’t bother to ask what Aleksander had in mind. It was the price of the deal. Besides, Tassos never cared what garbage did to garbage.

  By noon every mobster on the list was in custody. Not a shot had been fired. It wasn’t worth it to them. They all had lawyers. The lawyers were lined up outside Andreas’ office in what looked to be a bakery line. He’d worked out an informal procedure with the prosecutor. The lawyers came in one by one and ranted for a while about “discrimination by the police ag
ainst hard working immigrants” until finally getting around to asking about the charges.

  That was Andreas’ favorite part. Watching the expressions on the faces of the lawyers while he listed the charges. Not one carried a risk of more than thirty days jail time at most.

  “What the hell’s going on?” was the most common response, followed closely by “You must be kidding!” The sharp lawyers knew there was a reason, there had to be, and they patiently waited for the other shoe to drop. Only the inexperienced suggested Andreas did not know what he was doing and threatened what would happened to him if the client wasn’t released “at once.”

  Those moments gave Andreas great joy.

  “Counselor, you’re absolutely right. Your client does not deserve to be in jail on these charges. So let me make a proposal to you. I will withdraw them and bring these instead.” Andreas slid a document across the table charging the client with the attempted, pre-meditated murder of three police officers, and a plethora of related crimes.

  “As you’ve no doubt noticed, the crimes charged took place less than forty-eight hours ago, which means your client stays in jail until trial, no bail.” That wasn’t quite true in all situations, but it was a risk the lawyer knew he must tell his client.

  That brought on a volley of protests, claiming “trumped up charges” and the like.

  Andreas raised his hand for the lawyer to stop. “Counselor, the situation is simple. Tell your client to relax, spend a few days with old friends in a place that’s like home to him, just until things ‘cool down.’ He’ll know what I mean. Or, if he wants to test me, to see if I’m serious about bringing the new charges, tell him about the risks he faces if he doesn’t take my deal, and I’m not just talking about the new charges. Remind him I’m one of the cops your client and his buddies tried to murder last night.”

  Each lawyer’s client chose the short vacation option.

  That was fine with Andreas. He wasn’t ready to arrest any of them yet for what happened in that parking lot. With their connections and money none was likely to be denied bail. Not for just the attempted murder of a cop. Great system.

  At least the worst were off the streets for now. All but one. The crooked, bearded cop. No way to arrest him.

  But the fates were Greek and once more they stepped in and took a hand. Well, actually broke a hand, two legs, three ribs, and a jaw. The bearded cop was mugged coming out of a whorehouse just before dawn. He was found and taken to a hospital next to GADA where he was under twenty-four-hour police protection, on Andreas’ orders. Rumor had it he decided to accept early retirement. Miraculously, his unbroken hand was the one he needed to sign the necessary papers, scheduled for that afternoon in his hospital room.

  “Maggie, where’s Yianni?” Andreas had just said goodbye to the last of the lawyers. He was exhausted and wanted to go home. He’d never made it there last night.

  Maggie stuck her head through the doorway. “He’s in his office, with Tassos.”

  “Tell them to come in here.”

  Maggie stepped inside and closed the door. “I think you should go to his office, Chief. There are still lawyers in the hallway.”

  Andreas was about to ask why that mattered but if Maggie said it there must be a good reason. Kouros’ office was on the same floor as Andreas’ but windowless. The door to his office was closed. That was unusual. Andreas knocked.

  “Come in,” said Kouros.

  Andreas opened the door and looked in. “Another surprise party?”

  “No, just little old me and mister ex- lokazides here,” said Tassos pointing to Kouros lying across his desk with a towel over his head. Lokazides was the nickname for the special ops brotherhood of Greece’s equivalent of U.S. Navy Seals.

  “A little less noise if you please,” said Kouros.

  Andreas didn’t have to ask what happened. “Looks like you’ve been in a fight.”

  “ Mano a mano,” said Kouros.

  “From what I understand about the condition of the other guy I don’t think he’d agree.” Andreas smiled. “More like man versus bull.”

  Kouros pulled the towel off his face, one eye was swollen shut and his nose appeared broken, though it was hard to tell if that would be an improvement over the results of its past breaks.

  “I’ll ask Lila if perhaps she has another veil for you to wear to the wedding.” Andreas patted Kouros on the arm. “So, what happened? I thought you were just going to talk to him?”

  “I didn’t go there to beat the shit out of him, it just turned out that way.”

  Tassos said, “I was there and we tried to talk to him. We gave him the choice you suggested, take early retirement or become your number one target for investigation. He raised various questions about our parentage and yelled to some of his colleagues in the brothel for help.” He looked at Kouros. “It was a joy to watch our young friend here at work. There were three of them plus the dirty cop and I was able to assist with one.”

  “A lead pipe to the back of the head was more than an assist. Where did you find that thing anyway?”

  Tassos shrugged. “By the end of the exercise our cop friend saw the light.”

  Andreas said, “Glad everything turned out okay, good job.”

  Kouros stared at Andreas. “I don’t consider being stretched out on top of my desk as ‘okay.’”

  “Stop complaining,” said Tassos. “You know you enjoyed yourself.” Tassos looked at Andreas. “So, what do we do now?”

  “It’s off to Tinos. We’ve got to get a handle on what’s happening over there.”

  “Does Lila know?” said Kouros.

  “I’ll tell her when I get home. She won’t mind. Tinos is next to Mykonos.” Andreas smiled. “It’s an easy commute for the wedding. Let’s all plan to leave for Tinos this afternoon.”

  Kouros and Tassos looked at each other. Tassos said, “Are you sure you can leave today? You do know it’s Thursday?”

  Andreas smacked his forehead with his hand. “I forgot all about tonight.”

  Tassos said, “Don’t worry. I know who to talk to on Tinos. I’ll catch the next fast boat and be there in a couple hours. You stay here and keep your bride-to-be happy. No need to start a war with Lila so close to your wedding day.”

  “Yeah, getting one going with the Albanians was enough of that sort of thing for me for one day,” said Kouros.

  Andreas smiled. “Think positively, Yianni. How could things possibly get any worse?”

  Maggie opened the door and popped her head inside. “Chief, it’s Lila. Something about you keeping a promise to pick up your mother ten minutes ago for the final fitting for her dress.”

  Kouros put the towel back over his face. “Guess you have your answer, Chief.”

  Chapter Eight

  When Andreas’ mother asked him to come along with her to the final fitting, his first reaction was, “Why me?” He knew as much about fashion as he knew about rocket science, probably less. But, his sister couldn’t come and, as the only other child in his mother’s life, Andreas went because he knew how anxious she was to look just right. His mother said she’d never bought a dress “this important” before and wanted it to be “perfect.”

  Her home was not far from his office. She’d moved there as a young bride, it was where her son and daughter were born, and her hero cop husband died. The old neighborhood was unrecognizable from when Andreas grew up there. Greek was no longer the dominant language. No language was. It was a hodgepodge of languages, people, and cultures. It was also dangerous.

  Andreas and his sister had begged their mother to move but she refused to leave her home, even to live among her grandchildren. All Andreas could do was ask the local police commander to keep a special eye on his mother’s place, and the word on the street was “stay away, it’s protected.” But new trouble moved into the neighborhood every day, and it took time for them to get the word.

  Andreas sat at a traffic light two blocks from his mother’s place. The colors and fac
es passing by were very different from his childhood memories. He guessed at their nationalities. As a cop he was pretty good at that. Profiling some would say. Self-defense said others. Members of certain groups just seemed to commit certain crimes. They specialized. Cops knew that but couldn’t say so publicly.

  Perhaps we should, thought Andreas. Bring it all out into the open. Let everyone know the truth, that every group had its special sorts of predators-and that they preyed worst upon their own kind. It’s not helping anyone ignoring that reality. The scum of a group always makes the news, making it easy for the rest of the country to classify everyone in the group as bad. No way that was true. No more so than that all Greeks were…

  The blaring of the horn from the car behind him jolted Andreas out of his daydream. “Okay, I get it, the light’s green.” He drove through the light and saw his mother standing on the sidewalk. Enough about saving the world, he thought. Time to focus on what really matters. Andreas smiled. “I’m back to thinking like a Greek.”

  It was turning into a beautiful late afternoon. No Albanian gang war and no more lawyers. Andreas even got to surprise Lila when he walked into their apartment.

  “My God, were you fired?” Lila kissed him on both cheeks.

  “Not that lucky.”

  “Then maybe my watch is broken. It reads five-fifteen.”

  “That means I’ve only been up for a zillion hours.”

  “How did the fitting go with your mother?”

  “Fine.”

  “How does the dress look?”

  “Fine.”

  “Boys. You’re all alike. Are these the sort of one word answers I can look forward to from our son?” Lila smiled.

  “Yes.” Andreas stretched his arms and yawned. “Where is he?”

  “I put him in for a nap. But if you want to-”

  “No, don’t wake him, I’m too exhausted to be much fun to play with. I better take a nap myself.”

  “Good, I’ll make sure you’re not disturbed until the first guests arrive. You need to get some sleep. Our flight to Mykonos is first thing in the morning.”