Chapter 16 • At Tsaklagian
Dimitri looked at his watch. It was nearly five to two. The Vurals would almost certainly still be at lunch. He didn’t think that Ahmet would sleep in the afternoon, but he should at least give him time to finish eating. And so instead of going straight to Paphos Gate, he went along Homer Avenue and down the steps at King George Square. He plunged on into the thick foliage of the Old Town moat. The benches were usually empty at that hour. He chose one that was completely in shadow, protected from the autumn sun. In his panic, he had not allowed himself to bring anything to read, so he had no choice but to fall to introspection.
What had possessed him to go to the museum with Phrossou? And having gone to the museum, what was it that induced him to leave the hous
