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The headquarters of the Hellenic Police was a striking building. Tall, modern and with an imposing entrance comprising many steps, it was protected by guard posts, decorated with palm trees, and flew the flag of Greece with pride. On that morning the flag hung quietly in the hot, unmoving air.
The officer on the desk had been told to expect Day, so formalities were kept to a minimum. An hour ago, Day had telephoned the police from his Athens apartment and had been surprised to be put through to Nomikos without argument. He had explained his connection with Edward and his concerns about his death, and Nomikos had asked him to come and talk in person. Had Day heard a sigh at the other end of the line, or was it just his imagination? Nevertheless, he was relieved at the Inspector’s willin
