A Solitary Reaper by Rachael Wright

Author:Rachael Wright [Wright, Rachael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781723714245
Published: 2018-11-05T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Morning, Sir.” Savva stood at the doorway to his office the next morning and watched as Stelios strode up the hallway.

"I'm going to have to go to Athens today."

"Will Kleitos sign off on the trip?" Stelios asked.

Savva massaged the base of his neck. “Call his office will you? See if he's in."

He walked to the window. The glass was warm from the sun, so he turned and rested his back against it–desperate enough to try anything to loosen the muscles. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift, thinking of his father's boat tied up in the harbor. How long had it been since he'd taken it out?

"Sir?"

Savva opened his eyes and sighed. "He's in, isn't he?"

"He is."

Savva pitched forward and smoothed down his hair in the back. "Well, wish me luck."

"Good luck."

Savva stopped at the doorway. "Get me on today's ten o'clock flight."

Stelios smiled. "You'll go regardless of what he says, won’t you?”

Savva tapped the lintel with a mischievous grin. Upstairs, on the top floor he teetered in the gust of cold dry air.

"Captain Savva, what a pleasure."

A bright smile, unseen for weeks, lit Savva's face. "Kupía Galanis how are you?"

"Well, thank you, Sir. What brings you up to the top floor?"

"I need Kleitos' permission to travel to Athens for an interview."

Kupía Galanis smiled and turned her head; her aquamarine and diamond earrings caught the light, casting rainbows on her desk. Her dark hair was piled around her shoulders in soft waves. "As it happens the Inspector General of the North Aegean rescheduled his visit for tomorrow. I'm sure you could pass off your travel to Athens as a way to show the Inspector General how devoted Mitilini is to solving this ghastly murder."

Savva beamed. "Thank you."

"Anytime," she said and pushed the intercom button on her phone. "Captain Savva is here to see you, Sir."

There was an almost inaudible huff on the other end, before: "Send him in, please."

Kleitos was, for once, engaged in rapid activity within his office. A clear plastic filing tray now sat on his desk (holding all the reports he did not read), the floors shone like one massive beacon, and the golf clubs were absent. This, however, was nothing in comparison to the man himself who was: disheveled. He bent over a desk drawer; his hair no longer perfectly parted, but hanging into his eyes, shirt unbuttoned, tie and suit coat cast off and trailing off a chair onto the floor. It was only eight am.

Savva cleared his throat and said jovially, "Kalimera, Sir."

Kleitos shot up like a jack-in-the-box. "Ah, Savva. What do you want?"

"I understand the Inspector General is arriving tomorrow, Sir."

"Yes he is," Kleitos snapped. "What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy? I don't have time for idle chit-chat."

Savva inclined his head. "Of course, Sir. You have many demands on your time, not least of all the Inspector General's visit. It's on that particular note I came to speak with you, Sir."

Kleitos surveyed Savva through narrowed eyes. "Yes?"

Savva mounted a look of deepest concern onto his face.

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