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“So where are you taking me?” Day laughed.
Athina Kalogiannis was a confident driver, as she was confident in everything else. There was no sign now of the emotions of the day before. She drove the convertible Suzuki Jimny from Filoti to Halki in less time than Day thought possible. He found he was rather enjoying himself.
“We’re nearly there. It’s a small bar I know in Halki. I think you’ll like it. There’s a special reason that I’ve chosen this particular place, you’ll find out after we arrive.”
Day resigned himself to waiting. They parked at the side of the main road and Athina locked her car with an air of abandoning it to its fate. Day would have driven an extra half mile to the public car park, chosen a spot in the shade and locked the car with care. With a flourish of her arm
