CHAPTER FIVE
As soon as he entered Sappho’s, Nikolas knew that things were not right. There was a scattering of twenty customers or more, good for this time of the day, but the atmosphere was subdued—none of the usual contemporary jazz that Elektra loved playing through the speakers, no sign of his sister and her infectious laugh as she moved from table to table. Anton was at the bar filling coffee cups lined up in front of him. He acknowledged Nikolas with a quick nod as he came to the outside of the counter balancing two filled cups in each hand. Nikolas moved to help him, but Anton smiled and gestured with his head to the room at the rear.
‘You’d be more help in there,’ he whispered with a small smile. ‘Thanks though.’
Nikolas took a breath and headed to the back, smiling at the patr
