He brought one of the photos up onto the screen on the back of the camera and zoomed in on what he wanted to see.

'Damn handy, these things.' He stared for a moment; everyone was quiet. 'Gotcha!' He practically shouted the word.

Manos and Kouros moved in for a closer look at the screen. It was a blurry image of a crest from a ring, but distinct enough to make out the emblem of Athens Academy, the most prestigious private school in all of Greece: the place where the richest and most powerful sent their children to study and, more important, to network a life for themselves and, on occasion, for their parents. Next to the crest was the year of graduation: one year from now.

'He's just a boy, and I bet he's no foreigner,' said Andreas. He'd also bet, but didn't say aloud, that a media circus was about to begin. He looked up from the image of the ring and over to the dumpster, then to the backdoor of perhaps the seediest gay bar in the seediest section of Athens. What more could the press ask for? It was a story they could run with forever.

Whoever set this up knew that, too. Anyway you looked at it, Andreas sensed this was going to get real messy, real fast. He looked at Manos. 'What did the guy who called your precinct say? That he'd found the body while rummaging through dumpsters?'

'Something like that. Sounded like a bum, wouldn't leave a name.'

Andreas shook his head. 'Whoever set this up wanted the body to be found here. He wouldn't leave that to chance. Find your caller and we find our killer. Trace that call ASAP.'

Manos almost seemed to snicker. 'We're way ahead of you, Chief. Already did the trace. It gave us nothing. We even called the number and no one answered. It's for one of those disposable cell phones you can buy anywhere. This one was activated last night.'

Andreas shook his head. 'Gave you nothing, huh? Like a fucking destitute bum rummaging through garbage bins would buy a cell phone to call in a dead body. Yianni, let's get out of here. We've got some catching up to do. Someone definitely is way ahead of us.' He stared at Manos long enough to get the point across without saying the words, but it's not you.