Deadline in Athens (27 page)

As for Harmanis, what he told me proved to be true. We nabbed him, and it was one of our biggest successes in all the time I was in the drugs squad. Later, after we grew closer, Zissis came to trust me and showed me his files. I was flabbergasted. Compared to him, we were in complete darkness. This guy had files on around five hundred people, some of them well known, some I'd never heard of. It seemed that for years he'd been collecting information, bit by bit, like an ant. From then on, whenever I was stuck in any investigation that was connected with dirty money, I'd go to him. It was a relationship that no one but the two of us knew about. Of course, that didn't stop him from complaining or being difficult every time I asked him for information.

That's how it was in this case. We sat facing each other across the table with our coffee. His house was strangely decorated, as if he'd brought the balcony into the living room. Four folding canvas chairs and a small, folding metal table, like the ones in the old-style cafes. The only other piece of furniture in the room was an enormous bookcase all across the wall behind him, with bricks for its base and planks for the shelves. It was filled with books, stacked upright or flat, right up to the ceiling.

"They've hounded you your whole life, and now you're living on a measly resistance pension. Where did you find the money to buy all those books?" I asked him. The question had been nagging me for a long time.

He chuckled. "Wake up, you silly copper. The bookshops are there so that we can steal from them," he said proudly.

"So you steal? You?"

"In a capitalist society, you either have to pay for knowledge or steal it. There's no other way."

I was about to inform him that education in Greece was free, but then I suddenly remembered how much Katerina's studies in Thessaloniki were costing me and I kept my mouth shut.

Zissis said: "You haven't come to talk about my books, you're here for some other reason. You want something from me again."

As he'd brought it up, I'd no reason to hide it. "Pylarinos," I said. "Christos Pylarinos. Does that name mean anything to you?"

"Why do you come to me?" he said, annoyed. "Why the hell did I have to go and tell you about the files I keep for personal use. You have your own files, you have the Security Service-"

"Information Agency," I interrupted. "That's what it's called now. The Information Agency."

"All right, Information Agency. Same difference ... What business is it of mine? I'm not one of your agents and I'm not a squealer that you can blackmail into giving you information."

"He's a former leftist," I said undeterred, because each time we dug up the same skeletons and rattled the same bones. "Like you."

"I know who he is," he replied in a disdainful tone, though I couldn't tell if the disdain was directed at me or at Pylarinos. "Except that I'm not a former leftist, I'm just retired."

"But he is a former leftist. Because now he's gone over to the other side. In the last fifteen years, he's made barrels of money. And money that comes so easily is usually dirty money."

I saw him break into that wry smile of his, the one he produced when he knew he was going to come out on top. "When was it you graduated from the academy?"

"Sixty-eight."

He shook his head. "They taught you to hate all leftists, to hunt them down like bandits. They told you that they'd make commies of you all.... But what they didn't teach you is how leftists think, what methods they use, what tricks they devise. You know nothing about all that"

He remained silent, thinking. I knew him now, and I knew he was deciding what to tell me and what to keep from me.

"Pylarinos is a swine who's brought a lot of people down. But dirty money is like fire to him and he's too clever to touch it. He's involved in other rackets."

We stared at each other. That had stayed with us since Bouboulinas Street. When I gave him a few backhanders in front of the others, we'd exchange a conspiratorial look because we knew that that was the way it had to be if we were going to have our heads free of worry. The same thing was happening now. In the past I wouldn't explain anything. Now he was the one who wouldn't explain; he waited for me to understand.

"Have you heard of Yanna Karayoryi?"

"That she was murdered? I read it in the papers"

"It's quite possible that Pylarinos was somehow involved in her murder."

"And why have you come to me?" he said, annoyed at my persistence. "You have a whole intelligence agency. Start looking if you want to get to the bottom of it."

"If I had something concrete, I could take out a warrant for his arrest. But I don't and I can't start investigating him because I'll have all the bigwigs on my back, from the chief of security to the minister, and my hands will be tied."

"You can be sure of that," he said with a sudden outburst of sincerity. He let out a deep sigh and shook his head. "I never believed that we'd get into power. But if you'd told me when we first met that I was rotting in the cells so that Pylarinos's kind could get rich, I'd have spit in your face."

"Karayoryi had a huge file on him. That's what put a flea in my ear. She was evidently investigating him for some shady business, but she didn't find any incriminating evidence. The only explanation is that he's involved in illegal dealings. That's why I came to you."

He looked at me for a while, but now there was a glint in his eye. Illegal dealings had become second nature to him, and as soon as he heard the magic words, he was ready to go to work.

"Look what you're doing to me," he said. "I was about to paint the house because the damp is killing me. Now I'm going to have to leave it and start rushing around."

I got up. "When shall I call for an update?"

"I'll call you."

"You still don't have a phone? I can understand you not wanting a TV, but a phone?"

"Don't get me started. I've been waiting two years for one. And I need one. The way that your buddies have screwed me, if anything were to happen to me, the neighbors would find me from the stench."

I looked at him in silence. What could I say? But he read my look and was annoyed because he didn't like to be pitied. He made a joke of it.

"Look at me," he said. "Investigating former leftists. If I were a businessman, at least I could say that I was expanding my activities."

Outside, a raging wind blew and the drizzle had turned into sleet. The wind had blown over the lemon plant. I stooped to pick it up. Only ten days before we'd been under a sweltering heat, and now we were shivering with the cold. God-awful weather.

CHAPTER 28

Flexible = 1. able to be bent easily without breaking, pliable. 2. adaptable or variable. 3. able to be persuaded easily, tractable. Interesting word. Now, which sense best suited Ghikas, and which one best suited me? Ghikas was fairly easy. He bent easily when it came to the minister and Delopoulos, or when he was dealing with the media. And in the end, he'd have us all bending to their wishes. Me, I was more in the adaptable and variable category.

It was almost seven-thirty by the time I got home. The TV was on full blast, but Adriani wasn't in the living room; she was preparing something in the kitchen. She'd often do that. When she had something to do in the kitchen, she'd turn up the sound so that she could at least hear her soap and not miss what was happening. I lay on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. The pressures of the day together with three hours behind the wheel had left me exhausted. I lay down to relax a bit, using my chest as a lectern for Liddell & Scott.

Soon it was five to nine, but I wasn't in the mood to listen to the news. What they had to say about Kolakoglou I already knew, and what I knew about Pylarinos they didn't know, so I could have a night off. The only thing I'd eaten all day was half a croissant, and I was absolutely famished. I got up to see what Adriani was preparing in the kitchen. As I went through the living room, I saw her in her armchair, watching the news.

The kitchen table was adorned with a dish of stuffed tomatoes. I immediately got the message. It was Adriani's way of telling me it was time to make up. This had stayed with us since our very first quarrel. We were newlyweds then and not speaking to each other was something we'd taken to heart. But we kept it up to test each other's limits. Until, one day, Adriani made me stuffed tomatoes. She knew that I had a particular weakness for them, but she'd never made them for me before. As soon as I'd seen them, I'd melted. "They're great, better even than my mother's!" I told her. It was a lie. My mother's were much tastier, but on the one hand I was looking for an opportunity to speak to her, and, on the other, we'd only been married for six months and I hadn't had my hands around her for a whole three days. It had been the same ever since. Whenever she wanted us to make up, she made me stuffed tomatoes. I told her how tasty they were, and it broke the ice. Except that now I didn't have to lie about it. She really did make them better than my mother.

"This time, you've outdone yourself. They're great," I told her.

She turned from the TV and smiled at me. "Did you eat?" I asked.

"I just took a mouthful to try them, but I was waiting for you to come and eat."

She switched off the TV and followed me into the kitchen. She served me, put one tomato on her own plate, and sat down facing me. In the light, I could see that her eyes were all red and swollen.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, concerned.

"Nothing."

"What do you mean, nothing! You've been crying!"

"I got upset last night. I heard those two idiots on the news, then I saw you leaving all agitated, and I realized it was something serious. And this morning I woke up racked with worry."

"There's no need to worry. They did put me on the spot, that's all, but then they were forced to backpedal."

She didn't seem reassured by what I said. She kept on looking at me distraught till she finally blurted out the secret. "Katerina's not coming home for Christmas. She called today to tell me."

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"She wants to study over the break"

"And she made up her mind, just like that? The last time I spoke to her on the phone, she was certainly coming."

"She made out a work program, she said, and saw that she won't have time to finish everything before June if she takes a holiday now"

I lost my appetite on the spot. I pushed my plate away. If I'd eaten the stuffed tomato, it would have sat on my stomach. Adriani made an effort to smile.

"I'll tell you something," she said with difficulty, "but I want you to promise me that you won't breathe a word to her. She's staying there on account of Panos."

"Panos?"

"Yes. He has to hand in an assignment after the break, and she's staying with him to keep him company. She promised me that she would definitely come for Easter."

As soon as I was over the initial shock, I thought of that hulk with his T-shirts and gym shoes, and I began to fume.

"What kind of assignment can a student greengrocer be doing? Investigating how apples fall from apple trees or the best way to prune nettles?"

"He's not a greengrocer. The boy's studying to be an agriculturalist."

"And is he such a blockhead that he needs someone beside him to hold his hand?" If I'd been able to get my hands on him at that moment, I'd have given it to him, though he'd probably have made mincemeat of me with all those muscles of his.

"I know it's hard for us to swallow, but when you love someone, you want to be with them. There comes a time when parents have to take a back seat."

Usually, whenever she trots out that kind of armchair philosophy that she's picked up from one of her soaps, I hit the roof. But now I couldn't bear to start shouting at her, because I knew how much she was suffering.

"Do you want to go and spend Christmas up there with her?"

I don't know how it came to me, maybe because I saw the tears in her eyes again. She wasn't expecting it, and for a moment I saw her eyes shine through the tears. But then she immediately resumed her severe expression, more to restrain herself than me.

"And leave you on your own at Christmas? Out of the question!"

"Forget about me. This Karayoryi business has become so complicated that it's touch and go whether we'll even be able to eat together on Christmas Day. And I'll be up to the ears in it. And you'll be sitting alone at home with a heavy heart."

"It'll cost a pile of money and there's no reason for it."

"How much will it cost? The train ticket, Katerina's present that we were going to get anyway, and something for your expenses each day. Eighty thousand would be more than enough."

What I had left in the bank, together with my Christmas bonus, would just about enable me to cover her expenses and Katerina's allowance for January. Of course, I'd be left without a penny, but what the hell, I'd get by somehow. Now that I was making it easy for her, Adriani began to waver.

"Do you think I should go?" she asked me hesitantly, as though afraid that if she showed how happy she was, I'd change my mind.

"Just think how thrilled Katerina will be. She may want to please that bulldog of hers, but she won't like it at all that she's leaving us on our own.

Of course, I was doing it for Adriani and for Katerina. At least they would have a good time over Christmas. But there was something else that made me feel good about it: that I was turning the tables on that shirker. He'd succeeded in keeping Katerina in Thessaloniki, but now that Adriani was going to go up there, he wouldn't just have her as his personal handmaid. Not to mention that he wouldn't be able to get her on her own, because he'd have to drag his prospective mother-in-law along too. Adriani threw her arms around my neck and her lips stuck to my cheek like a lollipop.

"You're a real treasure," she whispered, when she'd finished kissing me. "I know you fly off the handle sometimes and you don't know what you're saying, but deep down you're a little lamb."

Was that a compliment or not? I didn't know. But at any rate she pushed the plate of stuffed tomatoes back in front of me. "C'mon, eat now," she said, becoming bossy. "I'll take it personally if you leave it. I made it specially."