‘Okay, I get the “thief in the night” reference to Revelation,’ said Maggie. ‘No one knows when the end may come, so be prepared spiritually and morally for that moment, but the part about time being “in their hands” makes no sense. Eastern Orthodoxy doesn’t believe mortals can bring about or even anticipate the end.’
Kouros smiled. ‘Sort of sounds like the answer I get every time I ask a Greek bureaucrat about the status of anything. “It will happen when it happens, it’s in God’s hands.”’
Andreas laughed, Maggie stuck out her tongue.
‘So whose “hands” are we talking about?’ said Kouros. ‘It has to tie into the photographs; otherwise, why did he put it on the drive?’
‘Well, we know one of them is the Protos, so unless he’s a bad guy, it can’t be all of them.’ Andreas kept switching between the two photographs; each showed twenty-one clerics, identically posed in full regalia in three rows of seven, as if attending the same ceremony. The photographs looked to be taken at the same time, although in one a tiny oriental rug was centered at the feet of the clerics in the front row and an empty chair sat at the right end of each row. He shook his head. ‘There’s something not right about this.’ He brought the photos up onto the screen together, one above the other.
‘Look here.’ Andreas pointed his left index finger to the top photo, at the cleric on the left end of the bottom row, and his right index finger at the one in the same position in the bottom photo. Slowly, he moved his fingers across each row, cleric by cleric.
‘My God,’ said Maggie.
‘It’s the same bodies in each photograph,’ said Kouros.
Andreas nodded and leaned back in his chair. ‘Someone spent a lot of time and care putting new heads on old bodies.’
‘But why?’ said Kouros.
‘The answer to that probably answers everything.’ Andreas leaned forward and stared at the photographs. ‘And why the three empty chairs and that carpet in one, but not the other? Were they added to the one or deleted from the other?’
Silence.
‘Maggie, do you recognize any of them?’
‘A few. These are abbots from monasteries at Mount Athos.’ She pointed to five faces on the photograph without the empty chairs. ‘But I have no idea who the others are. Some men from my church might know; they’re regulars at Mount Athos.’
Andreas gestured no. ‘Nobody but us can know about this. If there’s a message hidden in all this, and there must be, we can’t risk letting it out to the wrong people. And I have no goddamn idea who the wrong people are.’ He picked up a pencil.
Maggie smiled. ‘Is this snap-and-throw time? You’re averaging two dozen a week.’
Andreas put down the pencil. ‘Cute. Now would you please ask our computer guru which photo is the original?’ He pressed a button on the keyboard, pulled out the drive, and handed it to her. ‘And this time, you can take the drive to him. Just copy everything first.’
‘Will do. Bye-bye.’
‘Bye. So, what do we do now?’ asked Kouros.
‘Only thing I can think of is to ask the Protos if he sees anything in all this. After all, he’s in one of the photos and Vassilis was taking everything to him.’
‘Or so he says,’ said Kouros.
Andreas nodded. ‘Good point. But I don’t see any other play, do you?’
‘No.’
Andreas paused. ‘But first.’ He picked up the phone and dialed.
‘Tassos, can you talk?’
He pointed to the extension and gestured for Kouros to pick up.
‘Sure. My office line is secure,’ said Tassos.
‘Good, Yianni and I have something to run by you. It’s about that guy who belongs to the phone number you got for us.’ Andreas briefly told him of his meeting with the Protos and that they’d found what he believed Vassilis was passing on to the Protos.
‘How do you know he’s the Protos?’
‘You mean Maggie didn’t tell you?’
Tassos’ tone turned serious. ‘Maggie and I have a wonderful relationship. She refuses to tell me anything about the other men in her life, and I don’t ask.’ He laughed.
Andreas chuckled. ‘Fair enough. She recognized his voice when transcribing the tape. He’s the Protos, for sure. Do you know him?’
‘Yes, but he’s in his seventies, and I knew him when he was a lot younger. I’d just started out on the force and he wasn’t protos then, just a priest visiting my guests.’
Andreas knew Tassos was referring to his time guarding political prisoners. He wondered if the Protos had followed Tassos’ strategy of making friends with the inmates, so that if they returned to power he’d still have friends in government.
‘He was pretty respected, though, even back then,’ said Tassos.
‘By whom?’
‘Everyone, as far as I could tell. After all, the junta let him visit prisoners. And they were paranoid about visitors serving as messengers, especially clerics.’
‘So they trusted him?’
‘As far as I could tell. Why, is that what you’re worried about, trusting him?’
‘You’re as bad as Lila, always reading my mind.’
‘Hopefully you’re thinking different thoughts around her.’
Kouros laughed.
‘Glad one of you likes my humor. And to answer your question, I never heard anyone suggest, “Don’t trust him.” But that could mean one of two things: either he can be trusted, or is so devious no one could tell that he can’t be.’
‘So which is it?’
‘Damned if I know. And the fact he’s as important as he is in the church doesn’t prove anything one way or the other.’
‘Tell me about it,’ said Kouros.
Andreas rolled his eyes at Kouros. ‘Spare me, please.’ He cleared his throat and said to Tassos, ‘What’s your instinct?’
Tassos let out a deep breath. ‘Can’t say, haven’t spoken with him in years, and rarely does he appear in public anymore. Don’t even know whom to ask without it getting back to him for sure. I think you’ll have to go with your gut. If you’re so worried about trusting him, I assume it’s critical.’
‘It’s the whole game. If he’s on the wrong side… I don’t want to think about it.’
‘Good luck.’
‘Yeah, thanks.’
‘Love to Lila.’
Andreas hung up and stared out the window. He spoke as if thinking aloud. ‘Why would the Protos have pushed so hard for an investigation if he was involved as a bad guy? Then again, if he was worried someone might make the connection – like by finding what’s on that flash drive – that kind of move gave him a former prime minister to vouch for him as the champion of the impartial investigation. What a super-smart move. And ballsy.’
Andreas let out a breath, turned to Kouros, and shrugged. ‘ Maggie , get in here. Please.’
The door swung open. ‘If you want to know about the photos-’
‘Is everyone reading my mind today? How the hell did you know I wanted to ask you about the Protos?’
Maggie walked over to his desk, leaned over, and exaggeratingly enunciated, ‘I said “photos,” not protos. The guru said he didn’t have to look at the photos again. The photo with the Protos was the original. Everything else was added on.’
‘Why didn’t he tell us that in the first place?’ said Andreas.
‘My guess is, he didn’t like being “dragged” by his “whatever,” so if you guys didn’t ask, you didn’t get.’ Maggie handed him a pencil. ‘Here, snap and throw one, it will relax you.’
Andreas just stared at her. ‘I need your knee-jerk instinctive yes-or-no reaction to something.’
She nodded.
‘Do you think the Protos could be one of the bad guys?’
‘No.’
He nodded. ‘Okay, that’s good enough for me.’
‘Please God,’ Maggie added, and crossed herself.
Jeffrey Siger
An Aegean Prophecy