Jeffrey Siger - Target: Tinos

Revenge or Death.

That was all that the note said. It was found protected in a cylinder chained to the steering wheel of a van set on fire sometime before dawn. In the rear of the van was another surprise wrapped in chains: the remains of two bodies charred beyond recognition amid bits and pieces of an incinerated Greek flag.

Freedom or Death was Greeces national motto and by noon enraged network talking heads relentlessly decried the horror as a national sacrilege, with shouts of justice for the yet unidentified victims and merciless punishment for those unwelcome foreign elements tearing asunder the fabric of Greek culture with their criminal ways. It did not matter that no one knew the truth.

Im sorry, but I cant make it, Andreas yelled into his cell phone over the whipping helicopter rotors.

We must have a bad connection. I could swear I just heard you say you cant make it to the only meeting I asked you to attend with our wedding planner. Lilas voice was in decidedly frosty counterpoint to the heavy, late morning air of Julys last days.

Chief Inspector Andreas Kaldis, feared head of the Greek polices Special Crimes Division, cleared his throat as he said, I thought youd understand.

Andreas- Lila paused. You cant talk?

Yes.

You better be a hostage.

Worse.

Youre surrounded by politicians?

Just one. I have to go, kisses. Andreas hung up and let out a breath.

Youre a lucky guy, said Andreas boss, Greeces minister of public order. My wife would have killed me if Id done something like that to her less than two weeks before our wedding. He smiled.

Theres still time. Andreas attempted to force a smile. Twenty minutes until they reached Tinos. You do realize the press will be waiting for us?

It is their duty to report this massacre. Were talking about mass murder on the island of the Church of Panagia Evangelistria, the Lourdes of Greece.

Andreas could tell the minister was rehearsing his pitch for the cameras. Andreas preferred listening to the rotors.

Panagia was an Eastern Orthodox title for the Virgin Mary and Evangelistria referred to the Annunciation when the angel Gabriel announced to the Virgin Mary the incarnation of Christ. Tinos Church of the Annunciation, Panagia Evangelistria, was the most revered religious shrine in Greece. More than a million pilgrims flocked there each year, many seeking healing from the Miraculous Icon of the Virgin Mary, the Megalochari. Megalochari meant Great Grace and was the Greek peoples unofficial name for The Holy Icon of the Annunciation of Tinos kept within the Church of Panagia Evangelistria.

Andreas stared at his minister. Lets just try not to make any promises we cant keep.

Minister Spiros Renatis glared back, but said nothing. His carefully cultivated public image depended upon Andreas staying on as Greeces number one cop for all things nasty and both men knew that. And being incorruptible gave Andreas a bottom line freedom many in government did not share: knowledge that he could earn far more elsewhere, especially in these days of mandated deep cuts by the European Union, International Monetary Fund, and European Central Bank to every public servants pay. That gave rise to a simple arrangement: Andreas did things his way and Spiros took all the credit. They hadnt yet worked out whod take the blame if some day things went terribly wrong.

The helicopter came in from the west, passing over brown-green hills of wild oregano, rosemary, and sage, veined with narrow paths and ancient walls, and on into a valley on the northeastern coast peppered with cedars, olive, and fruit trees. Tinos was a largely undeveloped, narrow arrowhead-shape island pointing northwest. At three times the size of New York Citys Manhattan, it was the fourth largest island in the Cycladic chain and had a fulltime population of fewer than 9,000.

The helicopter eased in close-by the edge of a burned out field of wild summer grass. There wasnt a building in sight. As soon as the rotors stopped spinning, Spiros jumped out and hurried off toward the TV cameras. He was wearing his serious face.

Andreas went in the opposite direction, toward a group of men gathered in the middle of a field around a flame-scorched van.

It was the smell that hit Andreas first. Gasoline mixed with charred flesh. The sort of thing he knew hed never forget. He tried not to focus on the odor.

Revenge or Death. Okay, he could see revenge as the motive for something as brutal as this, but whats the tie in to our national motto and battle cry? And why Tinos for a public execution? The minister was right about that part. Tinos was where desperate pilgrims from all over the world came bearing prayers and offerings to the miraculous curative powers of the Megalochari; many crawling the steep half-mile up from the harbor to the church, pushing before them candles theyd vowed to light to the holy icon.

A half-dozen police cars were parked unevenly across a deeply rutted, one-lane dirt road separating an olive grove from the field. Andreas walked toward a cop trying to keep the curious away. Whos in charge?

The cop nodded in the direction of a man in plainclothes standing by the open rear doors of the van. Andreas knew him; theyd been together in the police academy.

The odor grew stronger as Andreas approached the van. He struggled not to gag. The man saw Andreas coming and turned to face the van. Andreas stopped next to him and stared inside.

This tells it all, my friend, said the man. He was Tinos police chief.

Andreas had been wrong. The odor was not what he would remember for the rest of his life. It was this, an image impossible to fully grasp in the abstract or ever forget in its unfathomable reality. Two shapes entwined in chains. Whatever flesh he could see was charred and blackened to the bone.

Neither man spoke for a moment. Andreas quietly said a prayer.

Amen, said the police chief. Ive never seen anything like this.

Me either, and I hope never to again. Andreas swallowed hard.

This is one for heavy forensics. I called in for help from Athens, but you beat them here.

Andreas waved his hand in the direction of the minister. Yeah, politics takes precedence over police work. Forensics should have been with us on that helicopter. But he didnt want to wait. They wont get here for hours.

Same old shit, no surprises there.

Andreas nodded. So, what do you think?

That weve got one hell of a problem and nothing to go on. Two victims chained together amid remnants of a Greek flag. Dont know why the flag didnt burn.

Probably because someone didnt want it to, said Andreas.

And then theres that cylinder chained to the steering wheel. We probably shouldnt have gone near it until after the bomb boys had a go at it.

Not smart. If this was terrorists, that thing could have been set for another surprise.

The police chief shrugged. Sometimes we Greeks are just too curious for our own good.

Andreas pointed at the ground. Any foot prints?

Hundreds. What with firefighters, cops, and the locals, no way to tell what we have, if anything.

Any witnesses?

None so far as we can tell. This area is deserted at night. And the fire started just before sunrise. A farmer over that hill, he pointed southwest, saw the smoke and called it in. But Ive got uniforms talking to everyone whos here. He gestured at the crowd. Maybe well get lucky, find something to go on.