head. “They think that’s what it was because they found a nitrous oxide cylinder in the back of the van behind the bodies.”
“That’s not what tsigani are known to traffic.” Big time drug dealing by some tsigani was another mark borne by the many.
“Like I said, it makes things interesting.”
Andreas picked up a pencil and tapped it on his desk. “Check to see where you can find laughing gas on Tinos.”
Kouros shook his head. “The Tinos police already did. No luck there. It’s available just about everywhere, on and off the island. And it’s not just used by dentists. Hospitals use it in surgery, motor racers use it to boost engine power, and restaurants use it to puff up whipped cream.”
“Whipped cream?”
Kouros nodded. “Find whipped cream and you’re likely to find a nitrous oxide cylinder somewhere. And that’s the dangerous stuff because it’s not mixed with oxygen. If you’re breathing pure nitrous oxide-”
“You suffocate. Shit. Anything else interesting?”
“The victims were from a clan that came to Tinos a month before the murders. But their clan wasn’t one that usually spent the tourist season working on Tinos or came there to celebrate the Assumption of the Virgin Mary on August 15th.”
“August 15th is Tinos’ biggest celebration of the year,” said Andreas. “And it draws huge crowds, which means major opportunities for what tsigani do. Maybe the new boys on the block pissed off another clan who thought they might be muscling in on their action?”
Kouros shrugged. “Could be, but it’s not unusual for transient clans to pass through Tinos this time of year. They always did when we were stationed on Mykonos. Tsigani revere the Virgin Mary and go there to pay their respects. Besides, why pick those two brothers and this year to make a point?”
Andreas tapped the pencil against his forehead. “Odysseus probably came to the same conclusion. I’ll give him a call to see if he had any ideas he didn’t put in the file.” Cops did that sort of thing, especially with politically sensitive cases. “By the way, is the victims’ clan based in Greece?”
Kouros nodded. “Menidi.”
“Ouch.”
Menidi was an area about three miles west of the center of Athens just south of Mount Parnitha, and perhaps the most dangerous neighborhood in all of greater Athens. Here was where those who gave tsigani a bad name threw babies in front of out-of-place expensive cars in the hope of getting a settlement for “the accident,” where the poorest of the poor found a place to live, and drug lords and human traffickers ruled. It was a no man’s land for cops. But tsigani weren’t the only bad guys in Menidi. They shared the criminal turf with the ians — Russians, Romanians, Ukrainians, Albanians and other eastern Europeans-and the is- Afghanis, Pakistanis, Iraqis, etcetera.
“If this involves ians or is out for revenge I can definitely see the two tsigani being fried alive,” said Andreas.
“Yeah, but they’d have been wide-awake when it happened,” said Kouros.
“I’m not sure what we have here. But it definitely doesn’t look like ‘ tsigani fighting tsigani.’”
“As long as it’s what our minister considers non-Greek bad guys killing other non-Greek bad guys he won’t give a damn about their ethnicity. He’s broadminded that way.” Kouros smiled.
“Spoken like our good friend Tassos. Which reminds me. Maggie, come in here. I need you for a minute. Please.”
Maggie popped her head through the doorway. “You’re the boss.”
Yeah, right. Andreas and everyone else at GADA knew Maggie’s mastery of GADA’s bureaucratic ways made her more important than any chief inspector.
“Could you find Tassos for me?”
“He’s at home.”
“On Syros?”
“No, my place.”
Tassos was a widower, and Andreas’ chance mention of him to Maggie, not knowing of their long ago romantic past, had helped put them back together.
“Do you think you could get him to come in here this afternoon? I need his help.”
Maggie smiled. “Don’t we all.” She closed the door.
Kouros said, “You can’t be serious about asking Tassos to sign off on this case.”
“I’m not. But the minister said he wants everything ‘wrapped up,’ and I intend to do just that. Which means I need Tassos’ help. No one knows the Cyclades better than he does. I want to know if bad guys are killing bad guys and, if so, who and why. And if it’s something else…” Andreas waved his hand in the air. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“And no doubt burn it to ashes in the process.”
Chapter Three
Tassos was in Andreas’ office by four and up to speed by five. That was when Maggie swung in with coffee, a meze selection of food, and a quick apologetic, “Sorry to interrupt, but I must keep up my men’s strength.”
“Stick around,” said Tassos. Kouros and Tassos were sitting on chairs next to Andreas’ desk. “We’re about to start guessing at what has our fearless minister so hot to close an investigation into two murders.”
“Which ones? Things are happening so quickly these days that I’m losing count,” said Maggie.
“The ones on Tinos while we were at your grandniece’s baptism in Thessaloniki. You’re probably better qualified than we are at guessing what’s on a bureaucrat’s mind.”
Maggie set the tray on the desk in front of Tassos. “Make that on any man’s mind.” She dropped onto the couch.
“Okay, let’s start with what’s on yours,” said Andreas nodding at Tassos.
Tassos picked up a spanakopita. “Your friend, the police chief, has been on Tinos for only a little over a year, but he got the interviews right. Tsigani don’t take revenge that way.” Tassos pointed the tiny spinach pie at his chest. “I know the tsigani very well and they know me, but I wouldn’t have gotten any more out of those interviews than Odysseus did. The two were killed to deliver a very specific message. Any response had to come from the one who received it. No other tsigani would dare make that decision. Certainly not by talking to cops. Besides, tsigani know from experience that cops don’t give a shit about what happens to them.”
“Some of us do,” said Andreas.
“We know that, they don’t.” Tassos popped the spanakopita into his mouth.
“So, what do you suggest we do?” said Kouros.
Tassos finished chewing. “Find a tsigani who can get us answers. My money’s on this not being tsigani revenge killings, but since the victims were tsigani that’s where I’d start.”
“Have anyone particular in mind?” said Andreas.
“A few. Even the tsigani king owes me some favors. He shows up on Tinos every year a few days before August 15th to join in the celebration of the Assumption of the Virgin. Makes quite an entrance.”
“I bet,” said Andreas.
“What does our minister have to do with all of this?” said Maggie.
“He implied the Prime Minister is all over him to close the case,” said Andreas.
“Do you believe him or is it just more of that name-dropping bullshit he thinks gets us to do what he wants?” said Tassos.
Andreas shrugged. “I reached Odysseus on vacation. He said everything he knows about it is in the file and that if we want to call it closed, ‘be my guest.’ But he told Spiros he wouldn’t be the one to do it.”
“I always liked Odysseus,” said Tassos. He looked at Andreas. “If it’s not the Prime Minister pushing him, why do you think Spiros is so anxious to end the investigation?”
“I hope it’s not because he’s trying to protect someone,” said Kouros.
