“Okay, I’ll talk to him. But, first, I need to see the Tinos police’s file on the investigation.”

“Why?”

Andreas stared. “If you want me to help you close this case that can’t be a serious question.”

Spiros bit at his lower lip. “Okay, I’ll get it right over to you.” He stood up. “But I’m counting on you to do me this little favor and get everything wrapped up before the press gets to thinking there might be more to this than tsigani fighting tsigani.”

Andreas stood. “Thanks for stopping by. Always nice to see you, minister.”

Spiros pointed a finger at Andreas’ chest. “And I definitely want it closed before the wedding.”

“I’ll pass along your regards to Lila.” Andreas thought that a more politic goodbye than a simple, “So long, asshole.”

“ Maggie. ” Andreas found yelling for his secretary far more efficient than the intercom. The door swung open and a sturdy five-foot three-inch ball of energy came bounding into the room carrying a half-dozen file folders.

“You rang.”

“I like your hair. It looks very nice today.”

“Something really serious must be happening if you’re trying to soften me up.” Maggie had been a secretary at GADA for what seemed forever. She was its mother superior, knew all its secrets, and was used to speaking her mind. Pure chance landed her as Andreas’ secretary when her long time boss retired weeks before Andreas’ promotion back to GADA from Mykonos.

“Why do I even bother trying to be nice?”

“The word is ‘manipulative,’ not ‘nice.’ And the reason is because you can’t help yourself. You’re a man. Worse, a Greek man.” She put the files on Andreas’ desk.

Andreas put his left hand to his forehead and began to rub it. “Okay, I surrender. Please, I need you to pick out a gift for Lila. Something to show her I’m thinking of the wedding.”

“Oh boy, you must be in big time trouble.”