Chapter Fourteen
Stefanos, Old Plaka, Athens
When Stefanos finally came up for air at the Pylos royal tomb dig he took a break and flew back to Athens. He was fully expecting Lu to be there, in residence. Waiting for him. When she was not, he questioned Georgios. Where was she? Where had she gone? The accusations flew. Georgios gave him the Greek shrug, not even having her address. Stefanos, very near to punching his face, sacked him on the spot. After twenty years of service.
That night Stefanos sat up on the lounge out under the stars. He wept when he found a long blonde strand of her hair. It was the first time he had cried in years. The last time had been his wife’s death. Then it had been tears of relief. This time, they were of true grief.
The building where Georgios had dropped
