“I know. I get it.”
“And now, we’re in Greece. Greece.” She threw up her hands in confusion. “Where do we start?”
“Wish I knew. Where are you staying?”
“The Electra Palace. It’s where James and I have stayed before.”
“Starting from now, Constance, you’re going to stop being predictable. So, your suitcase is there in your room?”
“Yes. I had it taken there to my room straight from the airport.”
“Great. Leave it there. Don’t go back there at all.”
“But all my things—”
“You can buy more things.”
She sighed, her eyes anxious. “You’re right. Someone somewhere knows that I booked that hotel and they’re thinking they can keep an eye on me there.”
I nodded, sucking in a breath. “Does anyone know you’re here? Friends? Family?”
“No, no one yet. Not even James. I just decided to do this after hearing Wilson’s conversation.”
“Keep it that way. Don’t tell anyone.” I didn’t sound like myself. But I didn’t know how else to be right now. “Hey, I’ve got some things to show you. That group—Yeqon’s Saviours—I found out a little about them.”
Her eyes enlarged. “What did you find out?”
“I found some photographs and a weird symbol. Let’s go someplace where no one’s going to look over our shoulders.”
We stepped across to a low wall that had a drop behind it and sat while I drew out the photocopies. “This is them. The Saviours. At some kind of meeting.” I told her what I’d learned about them.
“They’re not traffickers . . .” Her voice fell away in hushed confusion. “What are they? And what do they want with my daughter and your wife?”
“We need to find out what their game is. I’m hoping this gives us a clue.” I showed her the close-up of the ladder symbol. “Maybe I need to see a priest to tell me what this symbol means.”
“I’m not sure that a priest could help you.” She sucked in her lips, studying the images. “They might be able to tell you what it’s not, but not what it is. If you know what I mean.”
“Yeah. I know. I had the same thought. What if the priest has studied religious history—maybe we can find someone like that?”
“That gives me an idea. Rosemary sourced her information about the Saviours from a pair of Greek history professors. They’re apparently a married couple, here in Athens.”
Stashing my photocopies back in my bag, I jumped from the wall. “Let’s go.”
52. Constance
I TOOK OUT MY TABLET TO look up the history professors.
Gray eyed me in alarm, taking the tablet from my hands. “No. From now on, no using your internet. The police or whoever else can track you through that if they want.”
“But how are we to get anywhere from here?”
“We either do it old school or use an internet café.”
“Old school? Okay, well, maybe they might be able to give us some information here. It’s an ancient history museum, after all.”
“Good idea.”
I left Gray to wipe my browsing history from the tablet while I headed back into the museum. The strange mix of the cool modern interior and ancient artifacts closed around me again. I inquired at the information desk about a married pair of history professors here in Athens. The girl at the desk didn’t know, but she asked a couple of others who did know of such a couple. An older lady wrote down two names on the back of a museum brochure. Rico and Petrina Vasiliou. They were professors of ancient Greek history, and they lived in an apartment block near the National & Kapodistrian University in Athens, not too far from the Acropolis Museum.
When I returned to Gray, he stopped me from calling them on my private phone, insisting that we should use a public phone. His eyebrows pinched together, his eyes wary in the shadow beneath his cap. “You don’t know who alerted the Saviours about Rosemary, right? It could have been the professors.”
“God . . .” I didn’t trust myself to speak for a moment. It really could have been them. “But if they’re connected to the Saviours, why would they have given Rosemary any information at all?”
He nodded. “Makes sense. I just can’t figure out how all the moving parts fit together, you know? How did the killer find out about Rosemary?”
“It must have been something she was researching that tipped him off. We have to be careful, Gray. I didn’t tell anyone about her. Not even my husband, because I knew he’d worry.”