Beyond the hotel's tiny garden with its hibiscus hedge lay the main square of KarthosThe island was only a remote dot in theCamilla had heard French, German and Dutch being spoken, as well as English and she and Katie had beenlucky to get the last two vacancies at the hotel.She'd left Katie sleeping in their whitewashed shuttered room on the first floor. Sheto feel the effects of her pregnancy, and had been miserably sick on thelong ferry trip. The temperature on Karthos was already up in the eighties, and she'd agreed withCamilla's suggestion that she should rest and leave the initial enquiries for Camilla had been sorely tempted to cancelcall to Lorna Stephens' Greek uncle. She'd explained, without going into detail, thatyoung waiter from the restaurant Clio, and wondered if heTo judge by the cynical sigh, and muttered,know the name of this man,
'He's called Spiro Xandreou.’'Xandreou?' Across the miles, she heard the sharp intake of breath. Then, 'I regret I cannotBut I advise you most strongly,
to proceed no further in this.’ A pause. 'Most strongly.’ And he'drung off, leaving Camilla with a host of unanswered questions.She'd been warned off, she realised uneasily. —a member of the Greek mafia, if there was such a thing. Maybe he wasn't onsomewhere.But how could she tell Katie her suspicions,encircled her? Maybe she just had to Jet her find out for herself, she concludedCamilla sighed silently as she finished the iced fruit juice.But where on earth should their search start?'You enjoy?' Kostas, the hotel's burly promoustache, a booming laugh, and he smoked incessantly. But the warmth of hisunfeigned, and to Camilla's relief he spoke better than rudiomitted from the usual phrase books.She nodded vigorously. 'It was delicious
thank you. Just what I needed.''To travel in this heat is not good.’As he turned away, she said, 'Kostas, do youSpiro?'The genial smile vanished as if it had been'Why do you ask?'She said lightly, 'Oh, our families used to beto see them again. That's all.’There was a silence, then, 'Xandreou, you sahave come to the wrong place, I think,
'I don't think so.’ She gave him a level look. ''Certain.’ He paused. 'You are on holiday,
—drink some wine. Make other friends—and don't waste tiAnd if that wasn't an oblique warning, she'daway between the tables, which were already filling up for lIt was the same message she'd got from AtheEveryone knows them, but they don't want trunning down her spine. Yet, somehow, for Katie's sShe picked up her bag, and walked to theaccess to the bedrooms.There'd been some cards on the receptionscooter and take a preliminary look round. The brochur were out of town, and it might be pleasant to find some d business of their trip began.'Journeys end in lovers meeting', she thougShe was halfway up the steep outside stair when a voice below her said urgently, ‘
Glancing down, she saw one of the hotel wspoke to Kostas. He gave her an ingratiating smile, 'You'Why, yes.’ Her heartbeat quickened in swift ex'Since boys.' He touched a fist theatrically to'Then can you tell me where to find him?'The young man shrugged, sending a slightlyme, you understand…’Camilla understood perfectly. She extracted aover.He whispered hoarsely, 'He is at his house— the‘Is that near here?'
He gestured towards the craggy hills wh'Is there a bus?'