In Crime: A Kat Makris Greek Mafia Novel by Alex A. King

Author:Alex A. King [King, Alex A.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: kidnapping, amateur female protagonist women sleuths serial killer mountain beach American small town, Greek mysteries mystery thriller suspense series romance suspense multicultural interracial romantic, fun comedy satire humor romantic racy comedy mystery series suspense, strong female lead, mafia romance, Organized crime mafia mob books fiction
Publisher: Citizen A Press
Published: 2016-08-15T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

Unbeknownst to me, Grandma had set up extra security so that nobody could breathe in her shack without security recording the whole thing.

One of my cousins explained this to me in the yard, while two others stood on the far side of the fence, grinning. The second I screamed they’d dispatched a security team to check out the situation.

The situation was an unexpected encounter between me and Yiorgos, Papou’s eagle. Papou had decided I’d be more inclined to talk to the eagle expert if the eagle was in my custody.

Apparently this was h-i-l-a-r-i-o-u-s. Which it would have been if it hadn’t been captured on hidden camera ... and if it had happened to someone who wasn’t me.

The eagle in question was hunched on the back of a chair, expression decidedly indignant. Unblinking, he stared at us through the screen door, trying to decide if we were a big breakfast or a light lunch.

I inched toward the gate.

Takis arrived next. He cackled when the cousins brought him up to speed. “You should put a blanket over his head,” he said, peering through the screen door. “That way he will think it is night and go back to sleep.”

I glanced at the bird through the screen door. “Do you think that’ll work?”

“Sure. I saw it on TV. Would they put something on the TV if it was not true?”

Somebody didn’t know about American cable news channels. “Can’t we just put him in a cage or something?”

“Cage? What cage? Who puts an eagle in a cage?”

“I have to get him to the pet shop somehow.”

Takis and the other cousins stood around, trading quips and grins—all of them at my expense.

What would Grandma do?

“I need a cage,” I said. “Can someone please get me one?”

Their conversation continued without me.

“It puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again,” I muttered. I could have yelled it and they wouldn’t have listened. Grandma, being an avid gardener, kept a hose coiled in her yard at all times. Nobody noticed when I reached for the hose and turned the tap to full. Probably they thought I was going to water the flowers.

A full second later, the compound came alive with the sound of squealing men.

“What’s the matter?” I called out over their shrieking. “It’s just a bit of water!”

“I’m going to kill you,” Takis shouted.

“Try it and you’re a dead man,” came a voice from up high. I turned around and gave my cousin on the rooftop two thumbs up. He gave me one back. I knew firsthand what he could do with a sniper rifle.

I turned off the hose, curled it up in neat bundle, and set it back where it belonged. There was a slow clapping from the other side of Grandma’s fence. Predictably, there was a body attached to the clapping hands. Male. Late forties maybe. Skin that had seen a light dose of childhood chickenpox. Verging on six foot, but not quite crossing the line. Hair cut into a basic, stylish shape.

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