25
Day returned to the living room where Konstantinos and Peppino were sitting at the dining table. The dawn light was feeble and the room felt cheerless, like a house where someone had died. Lack of sleep made Day feel cold, and the aftermath of the adrenalin was worse than a hangover.
“Is it all over now?” Konstantinos’s voice sounded older and more weary now that the police had gone and he was among friends.
“I believe so,” said Day. “Loukas will face charges for tonight and for the other break-ins. I’m sure Angelika won’t have anything more to do with him, and I doubt you’ll see him again.”
“I didn’t hear him at all from the workshop, Martin,” interrupted Peppino, still working through the events of the night.
“He must have parked and walked the last few metres. The police will fi
