W hile Andropoulos sealed the videotapes in evidence bags, Dial strolled into the main chapel and searched for the second camera. He spotted it in the rear of the church, right above the donation box.
Trying not to draw attention to himself, Dial casually leaned against the back wall and glanced upward. The wire was attached to a wooden beam in the same fashion as in the gift shop. Except in this case, the viewing angle was slightly more favorable.
With a little luck, they might actually have footage of the killers.
Ideally, Dial would have viewed the videos right away, but considering their current location, that was an impossibility. Instead, they would have to wait until they drove to the station house in Kalampka or got to a secondary location like Dials hotel. The truth was Dial didnt care where he watched it, as long as he got to see the recordings as soon as possible.
A few minutes later, Andropoulos walked into the church and approached a uniformed officer who looked even younger than he did. The kid snapped to attention and listened intently as Andropoulos handed him the tapes and gave him a series of orders in Greek. When their conversation ended, the kid hustled through the same door Andropoulos had entered.
Dial smiled, watching all of this from afar. Marcus!
He spotted Dial near the back table and walked toward him. Yes, sir?
What was that all about?
Andropoulos blushed. Did I do something wrong?
That depends. What in the hell did you just do?
I thought someone should view the tapes immediately. And since I cant leave here yet, I asked another officer to look at them.
Thats what I thought you did.
Did I mess up?
Dial shook his head. Not at all. In fact, thats the most impressive thing youve done all night. You just put justice ahead of your own ambition. Thats pretty rare in a case like this.
Andropoulos breathed a sigh of relief. So I didnt mess up?
Dial laughed. Lets walk outside. I want to discuss the crime scene.
D ial didnt speak again until they were outside, far away from the other officers. At this stage of the game, he still wasnt allowed to investigate the scenesince he lacked proof that multiple member states were involvedand would be forced to leave if he overstepped his bounds. Of course, it wouldnt be the first time that had happened. Turf wars were common in his business, one where egos were easily bruised and jurisdictions were guarded like jealous lovers.
For the time being, the local police were in charge of the monastery. Things would stay that way until the Greek government decided the locals couldnt handle itor shouldnt handle itand the inspector general for northern Greece showed up with a team of national experts from the Forensic Division and the Special Violent Crime Squad. After that, it was only a matter of time before Dial was thanked for his interest in the case and driven to the airport. Then again, Dial wouldnt blame the inspector. If Dial were in charge of the case, he wouldnt want an outsider lurking around, either. Especially someone who wanted to take control of things.
So, Dial asked Andropoulos, hoping to bond with his liaison, where did you learn English? Other than a slight accent, you speak it better than most Americans.
The Greek beamed with pride. I learned English when I was very young. My parents owned a small caf in Kastraki, and I worked there as a child. Half our customers were tourists who could not speak Greek. If I did not know English, I could not do my job.
And where did your parents learn it?
From James Bond.
Dial grimaced. James Bond?
You know, 007.
Yeah, Dial assured him, I know all about James Bond. I just dont understand your comment. How did he teach them English?
You do not know? They filmed For Your Eyes Only in Metora. The cast and crew were in Kalampka and Kastraki for weeks. This was in 1981, before I was born, but Roger Moore ate in my parents caf on many nights. My mother said he was a very nice man and so good-looking. I am told my father was very jealous, but he said nothing, since Roger Moore has a license to kill. Andropoulos laughed at his own joke. I think that is why I joined the police. I wanted to carry a gun so I could impress my father.
Hold up, Dial ordered. He was a James Bond fan but couldnt think of any scenes that took place in a monastery. Refresh my memory. What was the plot of that movie?
James Bond was searching for a weapon that was stolen by a Greek villain. Holy Trinity was his secret lair, and Bond had to climb up the cliff to kill him.
Dial nodded. Okay. Now I remember it. No wonder I had a sense of dj vu when I first arrived. I had seen Metora on the big screen.
I love American films. I watch them all the time. They help me with my English.
What about your French?
Andropoulos shook his head. No. They do not help me with my French.
Dial rolled his eyes. Yeah, Marcus, I know they dont help you with your French. Im asking if you know any French.
Only a few words. Why do you ask?
Because Interpol is located in France. It might be helpful if you spoke the language.
What are you saying? You think I might be good for headquarters?
Not with that haircut, I dont. Or with that suit. Dial tried not to smile or it would ruin his hazing. What happened? Did you grow a foot since this morning?
Andropoulos was about to defend himself when Dial cut him off.
On the other hand, I have been impressed with your work. If you keep this up, I might be willing to pass your name to someone in Lyon. No promises, though.
Yes, he said excitedly, I understand.
Of course, you can help your cause even further if you do well on your assignment. Werent you supposed to assess the crime scene?
Yes, sir. I studied the layout of the church and all the evidence. If we go back inside, I can explain my theories.
Dial turned away from the young cop and leaned against the railing, staring at the fog below. Somewhere down there was a second crime sceneone he hadnt had a chance to visit because of the darkness and the treacherous terrain. Tell me about the bodies.
The bodies?
You know, the things that used to be people.
Andropoulos frowned. But they werent found inside the church.
Whats your point?
You said you didnt like to hear about evidence until youve seen it for yourself.
Tell me, Marcus, are the bodies still down there?
Not anymore. We recovered them this afternoon.
Then how in the hell am I supposed to see them at the scene? The question was rhetorical, but Dial let it linger for several seconds, hoping to unnerve Andropoulos. Once again, if you dont mind, please tell me about the bodies.
The young Greek took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Villagers found eight bodies on the rocks below and called us in Kalampka. Because of their clothes, we think all of them were monks. We are still trying to get names and backgrounds on seven of them. The eighth victim was the caretaker of Holy Trinity. He was the only one we found intact.
What do you mean by intact ?
He was the only one who had a head.
Dial glanced at Andropoulos to see if he was joking. As in they fell off when they landed?
As in they were cut off before they were dumped.
Really? I didnt know that. Dial considered it for a moment. Did you find the heads?
Not yet. But we are looking for them.