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Morning light flooded the balcony at the house in Filoti. Alex was seated between Day and Helen at the table, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and sandals, his body relaxed as it had not been on his previous visit.
They helped themselves to coffee and the cakes which Alex had brought from a bakery as he drove over in a hire car. Waving away a fly, Alex began to speak. He was clearly embarrassed.
“First of all, Martin, I’m sorry for not being frank with you from the start. I can only say that I was in a bit of a panic, and I didn’t know who to trust or what to think. I even wondered if you were involved somehow in this business. It was such a massive coincidence that you should be here on Naxos.”
“That’s pretty much how I felt too, when I discovered you were in Agia Anna. I found it dif
