“You have no idea.”

“Unexpected gifts are the sure sign of a guilty conscience. The moment she sees it she’ll know something’s up.”

Andreas stared at her.

“Just call her and come clean.”

“Any other advice?”

“Then send the gift. Like a book of photographs showing beautiful weddings in churches. May I get back to work now?”

Andreas drew in and let out a breath. “I really do love you.”

“I know.” Maggie turned and walked toward the door.

“Have you been able to find Yianni?”

“Yes, he should be here any minute.”

“Great, tell him I want to see him as soon as he gets in.”

“Will do.” Maggie opened the door and pointed back at the files on Andreas’ desk. “They just came from the minister’s office.” As she closed the door she whispered into the room, “The book will be there by five, so don’t forget to call.”

Andreas stared at the closed door and shook his head. I’d rather call Spiros and tell him I quit than make this call. Lila is going to kill me. Calling off the wedding would be too easy on me.

Andreas was the son of a working class cop; Lila was from one of Greece’s oldest, wealthiest families, and the socially prominent young widow of a ship owner. Andreas met her when he called upon Lila’s knowledge of ancient Greek art for help in an investigation and things just happened between them. He loved her more than anyone on earth but never expected to marry her; even after she told him she was pregnant. He was certain they had too little in common to form a life together. Lila convinced him he was wrong.

Andreas drew in a deep breath. Perhaps this call might just prove to her that I was right. He picked up the phone and pressed a speed dial button.

“Vardi-Kaldis residence.”

He let out the breath. “Hi, Marietta, is Lila there?”

“One moment, Chief Kaldis.”