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Abbas
Landing on Crete confirmed Abbas’ suspicion that the Kariakos’ had journeyed to visit Turannos, barring the need to follow them further. Leaving the pilots, they loaded the equipment into a rented Jeep and drove the cliffside water’s edge. Pillows of white clouds rolled across an azure sky sporadically blocking out the brilliant sun rays that reflected on quiet water. Sailboats, a weathered barge, and trawlers dotted the sea. Following the rise in the rugged road they passed Mediterranean pines, spiny scrub gorse, and an occasional listing shanty before Abbas spotted Turannos’ mansion through his binoculars.
“I see it,” he said, pointing with his arm landside. “Veer up over there toward the top of the hill.”
Yusuf bounced the four-wheeler off the road, up the rocky terrain to
