Chapter Ten
Spetses Island, Greece
Finally, after two days, the owner of the island appeared. A goat farmer from high up in the hills. His reek stupefied them.
“Nai, nai, nai.” Yes. He would sell the island.
Pierce looked up at the solicitor and nodded. He bought it without ever a single step on it. The price? Less than a used car.
“Overrun with vipers? Volcanic eruptions? Nightly haunts?” he listed them off and told Sissy he didn’t care. When they circled around the island on their boat, it had looked lovely. “Eden-like,” was the best description he could give it. “As long as there is a spot for a small cabin, I will be happy with that.” For a start.
Lu had told him Kostas Papadiamantopoulos, Walter Whitlock’s Greek eco resort partner, was occasionally available for consults. “Maybe
