and open the door for me.
‘What is it?’ I asked her, listening to the trembling sound of my voice, because my mind automatically imagined that something bad had happened. I thought perhaps something was wrong with Katerina and Fanis had come to tell us.
Instead of answering, she stepped out into the corridor, leaned towards me and whispered into my ear in an angry tone: ‘That insistence of yours not to want to have a mobile phone. My mother was right: those who wear blinkers become as stubborn as a mule.’
It was true that she had inherited that method of analysing character from her mother. According to my mother-in-law, a blinkered person was stubborn, a slant-eyed person was a dark horse, a large pointed nose signified someone stingy and miserly, while a hooked nose signified someone lecherous and insatiable. These were the character analyses that Adriani had inherited, even though her mother had no connection at all with Lombroso, whose work we studied in the criminology course.
‘What is it?’ I asked again and received a second shriek in the ear.
‘Go inside and you’ll see!’
I went into the sitting room and stood there, rooted to the spot. He was sitting in the armchair that formed a corner with the TV, but as soon as he saw me he leapt to his feet. We both stood there motionless staring at each other. He was waiting for me to say something, but I didn’t know what to say. It was the first time that Ghikas had ever come to my house. I continued to stare at him in astonishment, while trying to answer two questions together: what was the reason for this Sunday visit and what should I say to him by way of welcome. Should I confine myself to being formally polite, that would sound extremely cold, or should I break into raptures of fake enthusiasm?
In the end, I resorted to a neutral welcome. ‘To what do we owe the pleasure after such a long time?’ I said, indirectly expressing my grievance that he never came to see me when I was laid up in bed.
‘First of all, I came to apologise for my behaviour in my office the other day.’
I reflected that whatever I said would sound false so I decided to remain silent. Besides, that ‘first of all’ meant that there was more. So I waited.
My silence obliged him to continue. ‘It’s not that I wanted Yanoutsos; he was forced upon me,’ he said. ‘There wasn’t a thing I could do. He has friends in high places.’
‘That explains how he got himself accepted into the Anti-terrorist Squad.’
He burst in laughter. ‘The Anti-terrorist Squad were looking for a way to get rid of him and so they sent him to me.’
I had no reason not to believe him because what he said tied in with what Sotiropoulos has told me over the telephone. Adriani came out of the kitchen holding a tray with a cup of coffee. She put it down on the table beside him, returned my thanks with a curt ‘You’re welcome’ and went out of the room.
‘I heard that you went by the flat where the two Kurds were murdered.’
He looked at me and waited, this time, for a reply. I shrugged my shoulders.
‘If it’s in your veins …’ I answered vaguely.
‘I want your opinion.’
‘I can’t tell you very much, but it’s for sure not the work of Mafiosos like Yanoutsos says. They were knocked out using spray and then shot through the eye. Mafiosos would have riddled them with bullets and run off. This particular business has all the signs of an execution and it’s a case for the Anti-terrorist Squad.’
‘Yanoutsos desperately wants the case.’ He shook his head slightly and heaved a sigh. ‘I don’t like this whole business, Costas, I don’t like it at all.’
‘What business? With the two Kurds?’
‘No! Favieros’s suicide. Something doesn’t add up. Even if he’d already decided to commit suicide, he would have done it discreetly. Not in front of the cameras.’
I saw almost with relief that his tactics hadn’t changed. He was still presenting my ideas to me as his own.
‘You were of a different opinion the other day in your office,’ I said to counter him.
‘Because I didn’t want to open up in front of Yanoutsos. I have something in mind but I don’t quite know how to organise it.’
I kept silent again, but this time in order to hear his organisational problems.
‘Officially, I can’t order an investigation into the Favieros case. There’s no doubt that he committed suicide, consequently the police can’t do anything. That’s why I didn’t open my cards in front of Yanoutsos.’
I smiled without meaning to. ‘You don’t seem to have much faith in him.’
‘I don’t have any faith at all,’ was the curt reply. ‘The other day when I saw you, an idea suddenly passed through my mind. Am I right in thinking you have another two months of sick leave?’
‘Yes, you’re right.’
He paused for a moment and looked at me. Then he began to speak slowly, as if searching for the words. ‘What would you say to making some discreet investigations into the Favieros case? Find out what it was that drove him to suicide?’ He paused again and then added: ‘After all, it’ll pass your time for you.’
I needed quite a bit of time to digest what it was he had just said to me. Who would have believed that Ghikas would turn out to be my saviour, the one who would free me from the boredom of convalescence and put me back into the game? I tried to conceal my delight and at the same time not to seem to be grabbing hold of the lifebelt he was throwing me because if he realised anything of the sort, he would expect me to repay him for at least the next ten years.
‘What can I say?’ I replied, as if feeling aggrieved that he was asking a chore of me. ‘The truth is that this sick leave came just at the right time. As you know, I’ve never taken many leaves of absence in my time on the Force and this is an opportunity for me to make up for it.’ I added this with a smile in order to strengthen my position while waiting for him to go on trying to persuade me so that I might give in little by little.
He stared at me as though wanting to draw up a profile of me, as he’d learned during the six months he’d spent idling his time away with the FBI. I persisted with my smile.
‘Yanoutsos is here to stay,’ he said suddenly.
His words took me aback and I lost my composure. ‘Stay where?’ I asked like a twerp.
‘They transferred him to Homicide to get rid of him. And on the pretext that you were gravely wounded and you’re returning from convalescence, you’ll be transferred to a section with less stress and Yanoutsos will get your position.’
I suddenly saw vividly before me the look of my two assistants at the Kurds’ flat. That’s why they were keeping their distance from me. It had already got around that Yanoutsos was being primed for my job and they were playing it safe so they wouldn’t find themselves in hot water.
‘I told you, he has friends in high places and there’s nothing I can do,’ Ghikas went on. ‘But if you get somewhere with the Favieros case, I’ll be able to say “Look, Haritos has come up trumps again. We won’t get anywhere without him” and they won’t dare give him your position.’
What was I thinking of to act like a prima donna? Now he would want to be paid back twice over for the favour he was doing me. ‘And if I don’t get anywhere with the case?’ I said and my voice betrayed my fear and anxiety.
‘You will.’ The reply was categorical, without any trace of doubt. ‘There’s something not right about this case and you’re the only one who can find out what it is.’
‘Why only me?’
‘Because you’re a stickler and stubborn with it.’ His frankness was disarming. He paused for a moment and then went on somewhat uneasily: ‘Except that I can’t give you any of your assistants or anyone else from the department. If I do, everyone will find out what we’re up to and I’ll be out on a limb.’
He was right, but how would I manage on my own?
‘I can send you Koula. She’s the only person I trust blindly. We’ll say that her father is on his death bed and I’ll give her leave to take care of him.’
‘And what about you?’ I asked astonished. ‘Koula is your right hand.’
He shrugged his shoulders.
‘I’ll make do with the left one for a while,’ he replied vaguely.
‘All right,’ I said, though my initial delight had been poisoned by the worry of failure, because my job was in jeopardy.
