Med I expect a whole new wardrobe’
‘Lucky I’ve got a company credit card then,’ he mumbled.
‘Credit card?’ she answered, ‘By the time I am finished, you will need a whole fucking pack of them. Now let’s get out of here.’
----
A few hours later India finished sorting out her make up in front of the toilet mirror and pulled the tag off the new blouse she had just donned in the cubicle. She placed her old clothes in the new travel case alongside the other new purchases before returning to the waiting area of the Airport. Brandon was waiting for her clutching a fan of tickets.
‘We’re in luck,’ he said, ‘There’s a British Airways flight in a couple of hours. Agnes booked us a couple of seats to Rome and a connecting flight to Athens in the morning. From there, we’re on our own.’
‘She’s very good,’ admitted India.
‘The best,’ said Brandon.
‘I still don’t understand why you want to go to Samothrace,’ said India, ‘Most of the information is available online. What do you expect to gain by travelling all the way out there?’
He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a wallet.
‘This belonged to the guy back at the house,’ he said and pulled out the contents.
‘You make a habit of robbing the dead don’t you?’ she stated.
He didn’t answer but continued to empty the wallet.
‘Couple of hundred quid in sterling,’ he said, ‘Couple of credit cards and this,’ he handed over a pink plastic card, ‘A European driving license issued in Greece.’
‘Peter Venezelos,’ she read, ‘Doesn’t mean anything though, Greece is a big country.
‘Well, it’s all we’ve got,’ he said, ‘Investigations will carry on here but in the meantime we will go out to this Samothrace place and ask some questions about this guy. Perhaps the local police can shed some light on him.’
‘There’s something else,’ said India, ‘When you went looking for Agnes I went over to look at the body.’
‘Why?’
‘Call it morbid curiosity,’ she said, ‘After all, It’s not often someone tries to murder me. Anyway, I noticed he was wearing a ring.’
‘Phillip of Macedonia again?’
‘No, this was quite different, the genuine article. Made in Greece about a thousand or so years ago.’
‘What was on it?’
‘See for yourself,’ she said and placed the gold ring on the table.
‘Now who’s stealing from the dead?’
‘I’ve got a good teacher,’ she answered.
----
Brandon examined the golden ring. It was obviously very old and the engraving very faint.
‘A chariot?’ he suggested, ‘Being driven by an angel.’
‘Almost right,’ answered India, ‘It is indeed a chariot but the person driving it is not an angel, she is known as Nike.’
‘Like the trainers?’
‘Ha ha,’ she said sarcastically, ‘Nike was an ancient Greek Goddess that personified victory.’
‘I’ve never heard of her.’
‘You see her quite often I would have thought.’
‘Where?’
‘Ever watched the Olympics?’
‘Yes.’
‘She is on the reverse of every gold medal since the 1920’s.’
‘Can’t say I’ve ever studied one up close.’
‘What about the world cup then?’
‘What about it.?’
‘The Jules Rimmet trophy is based on a representation of Nike.’
His brow raised slightly in acknowledgement.
‘Anyway,’ she continued, ‘The most famous image is a marble statue which was found in the 1860’s and now resides in the Louvre museum in Paris. The head is missing but the statue is breathtaking nonetheless.’
‘Why is she relevant to us?’ he asked.
‘Where do you think the statue was found?’ she asked and waited as realisation dawned on his face.
‘Don’t tell me he,’ said, ‘Samothrace!’
She nodded silently to confirm his assumption.
‘So Mr whatever your name is,’ she said, ‘We’ve got a couple of hours to kill. Why don’t we go through to the lounge, get a nice cup of coffee and you can tell me everything about
‘Lucky I’ve got a company credit card then,’ he mumbled.
‘Credit card?’ she answered, ‘By the time I am finished, you will need a whole fucking pack of them. Now let’s get out of here.’
----
A few hours later India finished sorting out her make up in front of the toilet mirror and pulled the tag off the new blouse she had just donned in the cubicle. She placed her old clothes in the new travel case alongside the other new purchases before returning to the waiting area of the Airport. Brandon was waiting for her clutching a fan of tickets.
‘We’re in luck,’ he said, ‘There’s a British Airways flight in a couple of hours. Agnes booked us a couple of seats to Rome and a connecting flight to Athens in the morning. From there, we’re on our own.’
‘She’s very good,’ admitted India.
‘The best,’ said Brandon.
‘I still don’t understand why you want to go to Samothrace,’ said India, ‘Most of the information is available online. What do you expect to gain by travelling all the way out there?’
He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a wallet.
‘This belonged to the guy back at the house,’ he said and pulled out the contents.
‘You make a habit of robbing the dead don’t you?’ she stated.
He didn’t answer but continued to empty the wallet.
‘Couple of hundred quid in sterling,’ he said, ‘Couple of credit cards and this,’ he handed over a pink plastic card, ‘A European driving license issued in Greece.’
‘Peter Venezelos,’ she read, ‘Doesn’t mean anything though, Greece is a big country.
‘Well, it’s all we’ve got,’ he said, ‘Investigations will carry on here but in the meantime we will go out to this Samothrace place and ask some questions about this guy. Perhaps the local police can shed some light on him.’
‘There’s something else,’ said India, ‘When you went looking for Agnes I went over to look at the body.’
‘Why?’
‘Call it morbid curiosity,’ she said, ‘After all, It’s not often someone tries to murder me. Anyway, I noticed he was wearing a ring.’
‘Phillip of Macedonia again?’
‘No, this was quite different, the genuine article. Made in Greece about a thousand or so years ago.’
‘What was on it?’
‘See for yourself,’ she said and placed the gold ring on the table.
‘Now who’s stealing from the dead?’
‘I’ve got a good teacher,’ she answered.
----
Brandon examined the golden ring. It was obviously very old and the engraving very faint.
‘A chariot?’ he suggested, ‘Being driven by an angel.’
‘Almost right,’ answered India, ‘It is indeed a chariot but the person driving it is not an angel, she is known as Nike.’
‘Like the trainers?’
‘Ha ha,’ she said sarcastically, ‘Nike was an ancient Greek Goddess that personified victory.’
‘I’ve never heard of her.’
‘You see her quite often I would have thought.’
‘Where?’
‘Ever watched the Olympics?’
‘Yes.’
‘She is on the reverse of every gold medal since the 1920’s.’
‘Can’t say I’ve ever studied one up close.’
‘What about the world cup then?’
‘What about it.?’
‘The Jules Rimmet trophy is based on a representation of Nike.’
His brow raised slightly in acknowledgement.
‘Anyway,’ she continued, ‘The most famous image is a marble statue which was found in the 1860’s and now resides in the Louvre museum in Paris. The head is missing but the statue is breathtaking nonetheless.’
‘Why is she relevant to us?’ he asked.
‘Where do you think the statue was found?’ she asked and waited as realisation dawned on his face.
‘Don’t tell me he,’ said, ‘Samothrace!’
She nodded silently to confirm his assumption.
‘So Mr whatever your name is,’ she said, ‘We’ve got a couple of hours to kill. Why don’t we go through to the lounge, get a nice cup of coffee and you can tell me everything about
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