“Awaiting your orders.”
“We’ll have to stop all shipments for now. I expect the police will be watching us even closer.” She held her hand out. “May I see that video again?”
He unlocked his phone and slid it toward her.
She scrolled through the video, pausing as the man shot out the truck tire, causing the pallet to explode. “It appears he knew that the explosive was set to go off if the weight shifted.”
“I would agree.”
That smacked of more than just luck and skill. The man had to have had some sort of training, she thought, watching as he shot out the lights a moment before killing a guard. “I don’t suppose there’s any way we could use this against him?”
“Not unless you want to explain why they were holding Dimitris against his will.”
“I suppose you’re right.” With a heavy sigh, she returned the phone to him. “As soon as things calm down, I want that heroin out of here. I hate to think I sacrificed my son for nothing. As for this Sam Fargo, what is it you’re planning?”
“Already implemented. The men who were following him last night informed me that he and the woman with him are boarding a ferry to Samos.”
“Do you know why?”
“I have no idea.”
“Find out. Then take care of him. All of them. I can’t imagine they’ll be able to prosecute Adrian if every one of the witnesses are dead.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
After Sam and Remi stored their rented motorcycle and helmets in the ferry’s hold, they headed up the stairs to find a spot on the crowded upper deck. The weather was clear, and the waters calm, once the vessel departed, and the two found a couple of seats near the stern.
Sam, his hair slightly damp from the sea mist that sprayed over the side, recognized quite a few of the passengers who were residents of Fourni. Perhaps because of everything they’d been through, he found himself scrutinizing everyone on board. There were two men who caught his attention. He’d seen them talking on the pier as they waited for the ferry to arrive. The taller of the two, wearing a red ball cap and dark sunglasses, seemed familiar, but Sam couldn’t place him. It was possible he was simply a Fourni islander. Once on board, the man took a seat inside, and Sam didn’t see him again. The second man, however, had followed them out to the deck, and stood not ten feet away from Sam and Remi.
Never once looking their way.
It was that last part that bothered Sam, because he and every other passenger on that boat had nothing better to do than look at each other for the one-and-a-half-hour ferry ride into Pythagorio. Not wanting to alarm Remi in light of their near miss on the road the night before, he said nothing. Had Manos and Denéa not driven up when they did, he couldn’t help but wonder if the car might have made a second attempt at running them down. Of course, it was highly possible that Sam was simply being paranoid—easy to do, considering all that had happened to them.
For now, he kept his eye on the man, hoping he was wrong. Remi, apparently, noticed his interest. “Something going on?”
“You didn’t happen to notice that man at the pier, did you?”
She glanced to her left, then looked away, giving no indication that she was at all bothered by his presence. “No. Have you heard back from Selma about where we’re supposed to meet the professor?”
He checked his phone, realizing he should have had Selma send a text to Remi’s sat phone instead. “No signal. We probably won’t get one until we reach port.”
As they neared Pythagorio, the red-tile-roofed houses, set high on the hills, overlooked the busy marina filled with yachts and fishing boats. Gulls flew overhead, one calling out as it dropped down, skimming the surface in search of food.
“It’s beautiful,” Remi said as the ferry backed into the terminal.
Sam paid little attention, his focus on the one man, who hurried inside, getting lost among the passengers filing toward the exit. He and Remi followed, only to find the man lingering near the steep stairs. Seemingly in no hurry to leave, he was focused on his phone screen, glancing up with casual interest as Sam and Remi walked past. He lifted his phone to his ear, speaking to someone on the other end, unfortunately in Greek. The taller man was nowhere in sight.
Sam, following Remi down the stairs to the lower deck, leaned toward her, asking, “You didn’t happen to catch any of that conversation, did you?”
“He said hello to his mother and that the ferry had arrived.”
Definitely not what Sam was expecting. He glanced up the stairs, seeing the man waving other people past him as he continued his call. “Maybe I was wrong.”
“Let’s hope so.”
His suspicion rose when he noticed one of two vehicles stored in the hold. One was a navy-blue compact car with a rental sticker on the windshield. Though he couldn’t be sure, since it had been dark at the time, it was close in size and color to the car that had nearly run him and Remi off the road.
Remi saw him looking at the vehicle. “Please tell me we’re simply being paranoid and that’s not the same car.”