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Helen spent the afternoon working on Elias’s poetry. In the absence of a scanner, she had photographed all the poems and transferred the images to her computer. There were twenty-eight poems in all and many were short, only three being longer than a page. She was looking for references and images that would help Martin to understand Nikos Elias a little better, something that might offer a clue to show where Elias believed an ancient site to be hidden.
She translated steadily for two and a half hours without noticing the time. Suddenly exhausted, she closed her dictionary and went to make a cup of tea. Back on the balcony with the tea and her usual view, she cleared her mind of the poetry, the murder and the undiscovered site, and thought instead of the Makris family.
She could see a
