little group of nationalists had simply seized the opportunity for some free publicity. Perhaps this was the right explanation but it didn’t bring me even one step nearer to the reasons that led Favieros to his public suicide. And I would continue to torment myself with the ‘public’ aspect until some convincing explanation could be found.
I knew that all these thoughts were of no practical value, that it was just a crossword puzzle that I was creating for myself and trying to solve, yet I still preferred this a hundred times more to the crosswords in the newspapers that turned me into a nervous wreck at the first word.
The only way I was going to learn anything more was from the newspapers again. I decided to pop out to the kiosk and as I passed by the kitchen I saw Adriani stuffing tomatoes and peppers.
‘I could smell them even before you put them in the oven,’ I said to her jokingly.
‘All very well, but I’m warning you, they won’t be as tasty as usual because I’ve used very little onion. Don’t tell me afterwards that they’re not up to standard.’
She has had a complex about stuffed vegetables from the time that she was in competition with my mother and she trembles at the thought of not getting them right.
‘For a first step back to normality, it’s fine,’ I replied and she seemed relieved.
If someone were to ask me why, instead of turning right into Aroni Street, I turned left and from Nikiphoridis Street emerged into Formionos Street, I wouldn’t have been able to explain. Nor could I explain what was in my mind when I hailed a taxi and said to the driver: ‘Alexandras Avenue. Police Headquarters.’
Nevertheless, as soon as I got out of the taxi and crossed the road at the lights, my reflexes started to kick in. I decided to avoid making a stop on the third floor, where my own department was. I was in no mood to open my office door and see Yanoutsos lolling in my chair and reading the
The guard at the entrance was about to ask me for some identification, but my face was familiar to him and he hesitated.
‘Inspector Haritos, I’m on my way up to Security,’ I told him to help him out of his difficult situation. He was about to get to his feet, but I stopped him. ‘I’m on sick leave. There’s no need for formalities.’
The lift was playing its old tricks and I waited a full ten minutes before it did me the honour of opening its doors. I prayed I wouldn’t bump into my two assistants, Vlassopoulos and Dermitzakis, and even more so into Yanoutsos. Fortunately, the lift raced up to the fifth floor.
I wish I’d had a camera to take Koula’s photo when she saw me. The barometer that tells you just how much a person likes you or not is to suddenly appear before them after a long illness or absence. It’s then that you can see on their face whether you bring with you high or low pressure. Koula’s face shone. She leapt up and shrieked with delight:
‘Inspector Haritos!’
She flung herself at me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on both cheeks so that neither would feel aggrieved. Koula had always shown a liking for me, though, being a suspicious copper, I had always thought that it was feigned. That day, I had to admit that I had been wrong. The way I saw her looking at me, blonde and beautiful and with a big smile, I reflected that if I had come sooner, most certainly she would have boosted my shattered morale with the help of her kisses.
‘You’ve no idea how pleased I am to see you!’ she said joyfully. ‘You can’t imagine how much I missed you!’
‘Maybe, but you never came once to the hospital to see me,’ I replied, like a lover complaining to his beloved that she doesn’t take enough care of him.
‘You’re right.’ She suddenly felt embarrassed and didn’t know what to say. ‘But, you know, we … We don’t know each other all that well and I couldn’t just turn up suddenly with your wife there … and your daughter … It would have gotten around and people here would have started talking …’
‘What do you mean, Koula. Who would have started talking?’
‘You know how rumours get started in here …’
‘Rumours about what?’
She nodded her head resignedly. ‘Ah, Inspector Haritos. You’re so innocent. You live on a different planet.’
I didn’t know whether I should be happy or curse myself.
‘Anyhow, you’re looking fine,’ she said to change the subject. ‘Healthy, strong, rejuvenated … When will you be back with us?’
‘I have another two months’ sick leave.’
‘I envy you. Make sure you make the most of it.’
‘Is he in? Can I say hello to him?’
‘But of course, I don’t have to announce you. You won’t be interrupting any important discussion.’
It was only on entering Ghikas’s office that I realised what Koula had meant. Ghikas was sitting at his desk, which was three yards in length with a curve in it and resembled a race course. Facing him, in the seat I usually sat in, was Yanoutsos. He was around forty-five, quite tall, but thin and sluggish, who was never out of uniform because in plain clothes he looked like a sewing-machine salesman. Serves me right, I should have gone by my assistants’ office first to find out where he was lurking.
‘Come on in,’ said Ghikas on seeing me. ‘What brings you here?’
‘I just dropped in to say hello.’
‘If you’ve started to miss us, you must be feeling better. Have a seat.’
Yanoutsos didn’t take the trouble to greet me, but simply looked at me with an expression that showed him to be both annoyed and worried. Those who show indifference will receive indifference, I said to myself and I fixed my eyes on Ghikas.
‘So how are you doing?’ he asked.
‘I’m getting bored,’ was my honest reply. Ghikas smiled.
‘You should take up whist,’ said Yanoutsos, in an attempt at humour.
‘I read the papers, go for walks, watch TV… that’s all you can do.’ My reply was directed to Ghikas. I had already written Yanoutsos off. ‘What about you here, how’s it going?’
‘Routine, you know how it is.’
‘Hasn’t Favieros’s suicide broken the routine?’ I replied, feigning innocence, to see how he would react, but he continued on the same wavelength.
‘A new lead-story for the TV channels.’
‘And what about this organisation that claims to have forced him to commit suicide?’
‘Hardly,’ Yanoutsos chipped in again. ‘If we’d taken such prattle seriously when I was in the Anti-terrorist Squad, we’d have been running all over the place.’
When you were in the Anti-terrorist Squad, you spent your time playing whist, was what I wanted to say, but I restrained myself so as not to rile Ghikas.
‘Another unknown caller phoned a newspaper today to say that the statement did not come from the Philip of Macedon organisation and that it was sheer provocation,’ said Ghikas gravely.
‘Nevertheless, something doesn’t fit.’
‘What?’
‘The public suicide. Why would Favieros commit suicide in front of the cameras?’
Ghikas shrugged his shoulders. ‘Are you looking for logic in someone who’s decided to put an end to his life?’
‘People like Favieros usually avoid the spotlights,’ I insisted. ‘They do everything discreetly. That’s why I’m surprised.’
‘Listen Haritos,’ said Yanoutsos, chipping in again. ‘We’re pleased to see that you’re well, but the Chief and I were in the middle of an extremely important departmental matter and you interrupted us.’
I didn’t have time to be taken aback by his nerve because Ghikas got to his feet, as if he had been waiting for his cue, and held out his hand. ‘I’m very pleased to see you well, Costas,’ he said. ‘Stop by again and we’ll have a chat.’
They want to get rid of me, I thought to myself. They can’t wait to see the back of me. I shook Ghikas’s hand, turned and walked out without saying a word.
‘How do you rate Yanoutsos?’ I asked Koula in order to calm down
