first thefts were noticed two years later but, considering the Foundation’s inventory practices, there’s no telling when the first robbery occurred. Under any scenario, though, Trelos had more than enough time dancing all over the island between his parents’ deaths and the first robbery to figure out how to pull it off.”
Andreas said, “What doesn’t fit is how he found killers disciplined enough to do his dirty work and keep quiet about it. He doesn’t seem the type to inspire confidence or loyalty in the breed that does that sort of work. And I definitely don’t see that happening if he never talked to them.”
“But he obviously knows how to get followers,” said Kouros. “He does have his ‘priests.’”
Tassos shook his head. “As far as we know he’s paying them to act as recruiters at so much per soul. They would never have to know a thing about the nasty side of his business. And as long as his priests and their recruits are paid on time, everyone’s happy.”
“I think it’s time to bring Trelos in for some serious questioning. Not that I expect him to talk, but I don’t want him out there arranging more murders while we’re running around trying to nail him. It makes me anxious, and that makes me prickly.” Andreas smacked Tassos on the arm.
“Oh, so that explains it. And here I thought it was just your missing Lila and Tassaki,” said Tassos.
“That too.”
“So, do we wait for him at his place, or on the road by the spot where his parents died?” said Kouros.
Tassos looked at his watch. “I think it’s too late to catch him on the road. There’s probably a better chance at his house.” Tassos pointed south toward the town. “That’s where he lives, over there to the left of the town just beyond and across from the prehistoric acropolis.”
Andreas stared. “From up here, the Vriokastro looks a lot like the tip of Tinos’ new port on the other end of the bay between them. Interesting how two very different places, separated by a mile and a half of shoreline and five thousand years of history end up with the same designer.”
“Why mess with Greek perfection?” said Tassos.
Andreas smiled. “Spoken like a true Greek god. But before we leave our lofty perch to go down and mingle among the mortals, let’s stop by police headquarters and borrow some ballistic vests. Just in case our boy might be expecting us and has made some welcoming arrangements, I don’t want to make it easy for him.”
“Are you trying to make me anxious, too?” said Kouros.
“Make that ‘us.’”
“It’s good to share.”
Chapter Twenty-five
Twenty minutes later they were back in the port, headed east along the sea toward Trelos’ house. On the right was the stretch of sandy beach they’d seen from the taverna. It lay separated from the two-lane paved road by a nearly unbroken line of almirikia — salt cedars or tamarisk-painted around their trunks with white lime to keep away the pests. To the left were mostly empty fields and an occasional shack or business just off the edge of the road. The only thing resembling anything modern was the Tinos heliport, but even that was not much more than a concrete pad and bright orange windsock on a tiny patch of land between the road and the sea, close-by the base of the Vriokastro.
The road turned left at the ancient mound and wound to about halfway up its backside. At the eastern edge of the Vriokastro they turned left into Trelos’ driveway and parked next to the house.
There was nothing to suggest anyone was home. No vehicles, no lights, no sounds.
“It’s still early,” said Kouros. “Only nine.”
“Let’s do it again the same way. Yianni around the back, we take the front. But this time, if you find a way in let us know before you try it. No heroics.”
“Aye, aye, Chief.”
Two minutes later, Kouros opened the door for them.
“I told you no heroics.”
“What heroics? The place is empty. The guy doesn’t even have a cat.”
Andreas waved his hand at Kouros. “Just sit over there by the window and keep an eye on the road. Tassos, watch the back.”
Kouros turned on a light.
“What are you doing,” said Tassos.
“What’s the matter, do you think a police car sitting in front of the house won’t be enough to alert Trelos or his buddies we’re inside?”
“No, I just wanted to know what you’re doing, wise-ass,” said Tassos.
Kouros reached into his back pocket and pulled out the guidebook. “Reading.”
“Terrific.”
An hour went by with nothing more happening than Tassos and Kouros going back and forth at each other in an effort to kill the boredom.
“What time is it?” said Tassos.
“Five minutes later than when you asked me the last time,” said Kouros.
“Big deal. What in that book could possibly be more important than keeping me well informed?”
“Caves.”
“Great. Sort like the one we’re in now.” Tassos went back to looking out the window.
“Whoa, guys, take a look at this,” said Kouros.
“I wouldn’t think a Tinos guidebook would have that sort of picture,” said Tassos.
“Just listen. ‘A mile and a half east of the town is the prehistoric Vriokastro. Little is known about this site as the Greek government has refused all requests for permission to conduct archaeological explorations there. On its southern edge, centered on the apex of the mound, is a cave open to the sea to a depth of fifteen feet and accessible by foot or by boat.’”
“Do you think…” Tassos let his words trail off.
“That our suspect is living next door to what could possibly be the best hiding place on all of Tinos?” said Kouros.
“Accessible by land and boat,” said Andreas.
“And only a few hundred yards from the heliport,” said Tassos.
“His family has lived here for generations. He must know more about that mound than anyone else on the planet,” said Andreas.
“And they own all the property around it. Who’s to say what they’ve been doing with it over the last couple of centuries?” said Tassos.
“It would explain why there’s not a piece of electronic equipment in this place,” said Andreas.
“And where the sister is,” said Kouros.
“I think it’s time we take an evening stroll,” said Andreas
“The good news is it’s practically a full moon out there,” said Tassos.
“Good news for whom?” said Kouros
“Whoever shoots first,” said Andreas. “Check your vests and weapons. And easy on the flashlights. If we’re right about this, no way he’ll be happy to see us.”
Tassos shrugged. “Unless he’s been expecting us.”
They hid the car behind a tightly clustered row of bamboo about a quarter mile further east down the road from the Vriokastro and Trelos’ home. They walked back past the house to a sign on the left side of the road marking the official entrance to the historical site. A low stonewall of stacked flat stones ran along its border with the road. It would be easy to jump the wall at any point, and not just for goats and cats.
At the sign, a three-foot wide break in the wall opened onto an uneven dirt path lined by two-foot high stonewalls. The path was trampled down in the middle to no more than a foot-wide of packed dirt, bordered on each side by a foot of brush.
“Doesn’t look like this place gets a lot of traffic,” said Kouros.
