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She tutted loudly. ‘You’re not playing detective again, are you? ’

‘Why do people always call it “playing”? I’m not playing at anything. It’s a serious business, detective work. ’

‘You’re telling me. ’

‘Besides, the sooner I find out what happened here the sooner I can come home to you, baby. ’

‘Just as long as you do. I’ll see what I can do. ’

I finished my call with a sigh and chucked the phone onto the seat.

‘You can put the radio on, if you like, Charlie. ’

‘I’ve got a better idea, sir. Why don’t you go to sleep, sir. I’ll keep watch. Remember, I’m Greek. I have fourteen eyes. ’

I wasn’t exactly sure what this meant; but I settled back in the seat of the Range Rover and closed my eyes as instructed, and let my mind turn to thoughts of a perfect football world in which the future was always better than the past. I dreamed of Bekim Develi scoring audacious goals that were composed of absolute sorcery, and then celebrating in his primal, triumphant way – not that thumb‑ sucking tribute to his son, but, like the great god Zeus that sometimes he seemed to be, about to hurl a well‑ deserved thunderbolt at visiting fans.

At Southampton, Hristos Trikoupis and myself had both played in defence, first for Glenn Hoddle and then wee Gordon Strachan. I don’t know why Glenn isn’t managing a club these days. Glenn kept the Saints in the Premier League against all odds; he bought me from Palace, and more controversially he bought Hristos Trikoupis from Olympiacos. Controversially because Hristos had led a player revolt against the manager of the Greek national team before Euro 2000. By all accounts he made Roy Keane and Nicolas Anelka look like teacher’s pets. We played well together; I won’t say we were Steve Bould and Tony Adams but we were pretty solid. Hristos was everything you’d want from a right back: tall, with a head like a hammer, and the unquestioning and ruffianly air of a professional hit man. I was always surprised that it should have been me who went to Arsenal and not him. Maybe that’s what’s driving how he feels about me now; I don’t know. I went to Arsenal; he went to Wolves. I never asked how he felt about me going to the Gunners. And after I left the Saints I didn’t speak to him again until the night Bekim died.

He was better groomed now; he’d let his fair hair grow and put on a little bit of weight which looked good on him. He walked out the restaurant, wearing a navy blue suit and a crisp white shirt open to his hairy navel; the woman with him was very thin with long brown hair and wore a layer‑ effect dress that made her look like Victoria Beckham. I recognised her: Nana Trikoupis, singer and former Eurovision contestant. She came sixteenth with a song called ‘Play a Different Love Song’ which Terry Wogan had amusingly renamed, ‘Sing a Different Song, Love. ’

They got into the black Maserati and drove off.

‘That’s him, ’ said Charlie, starting the car. ‘And that’s her, too. Queen Sophia. It’s what the Greek newspapers call his bitch of a wife. Because she’s such a terrible snob. ’

‘We’ve met. I went to their wedding. She threw a glass of champagne over the best man when he’d finished his speech. ’ I grinned. ‘I guess back in 2002 WAG wasn’t such a common term. Apparently she thought he’d called her a wog. ’

We followed them east, down the main highway, and hugged the coast south, towards Vouliagmeni and the Astir Palace Hotel where all of the City players were staying. About halfway there he turned onto Alimou, and then right.

‘It looks like he’s heading towards Glyfada, ’ announced Charlie. ‘The Beverly Hills of Athens. It’s where you live if you’re a millionaire. Everyone from Christos Dantis to Constantine Mitsotakis. ’

I assumed these were some famous Greeks although I’d never heard of them.

‘Every Greek dreams of winning the lottery and moving to Glyfada. You won’t see any graffiti, the streets are clean, there are no empty shops and the cars are all new. I can never understand why, when there’s a big demo and people want to have a riot, that they do it in Syntagma Square and not in Glyfada. If they burnt a few houses down here the government would soon pay attention. ’

The Maserati pulled up in front of a set of electronic gates close to the Glyfada Golf Club and then disappeared up a short drive.

‘This is as good as it gets in Athens, ’ said Charlie. ‘A house on Miaouli. I’ll bet he’s even got a private entrance to the golf course. ’

I nodded, remembering the house Hristos had once owned in Romsey, on the outskirts of Southampton – a nice six‑ bedroomed family home in Gardener’s Lane; this house was something else. Even through the gates it looked like the dog’s bollocks.

At the gate I got out of the car, pressed the intercom button on the gatepost and waited for the security camera to focus on my smiling mug and thumbs up. Then an electronic voice – quite obviously Trikoupis himself – asked me to state my business, in Greek.

‘I want to see Hristos Trikoupis. ’

‘He’s not here. ’

‘Come on, Trik. I know it’s you. ’

‘Look, I don’t want any trouble. If this is about what happened the other night after the game then I already told the newspapers that I was sorry. I got a bit carried away. ’

I knew very well that no apology had been offered by Trikoupis for showing me four fingers for the four goals they’d put past us; instead he’d uttered some bullshit about how touchline confrontations were the inevitable result of having the technical areas too close together; and while this might have been true I also knew that Trikoupis had called me a ‘black Nazi’, a ‘sore loser’ and a ‘cry baby’ – as if the death of my player was already irrelevant to the way I’d handled myself that night.

‘Hey, forget about it, ’ I said, coolly. ‘Look, I was in the area and I thought I’d drop by. To clear the air between us without all the football press there to watch us. ’

‘I appreciate that you did this. But the thing is, Scott, it’s not very convenient right now. We’re just about to have a late lunch. ’

‘That’s all right, Trik. I understand, perfectly. But can I ask you one question? ’

‘Of course, Scott. ’

‘Are you alone? By the intercom? I mean, can anyone hear you at this present moment? ’

‘No, no one can hear me. ’

‘That’s good. You see, I’m here because I wanted to speak to you about a mutual friend of ours. A Russian lovely named Valentina. ’

‘I don’t know anyone by that name. ’

‘Apparently she knew that poor girl who was found at the bottom of Marina Zea the other night with a weight around her ankles. And I don’t mean boots by Jimmy Choo. In fact, I think it was Valentina who sent her along to Bekim in her place. Which makes it very important I speak to her. ’

‘Like I said, I don’t know anyone by that name, ’ insisted Hristos.

‘Of course you do. You picked her up in your lovely black Maserati one night outside the Grande Bretagne Hotel. And knowing her, I bet you took her to Spondi. She’s fond of that restaurant. As was Bekim. He went there with her, too. Sounds like quite a place. While I’m here I’ll have to check it out myself. Perhaps I’ll go after the Panathinaikos game tomorrow. Chief Inspector Varouxis’s coming with me – he’s a fan of the Greens. Perhaps I’ll him about her then. You see, he doesn’t know about Valentina. Not yet, anyway. Although to be honest with you, Trik, I’m not sure he ought to know about her. Not for her sake but for yours and mine. Now I can probably take the heat for something like that, I think. I’m not married. But I should think it’s very different for you. ’

There was a longish silence.

‘So what’s it to be? A little chat with me now or a longer chat downtown with the law? Not to mention an uncomfortable audience with Queen Sophia afterwards. ’

Hristos sighed. ‘What do you want, Scott? Specifically? ’

‘I want all the contact details you have for Valentina: mobile phone, addresses. Everything. Plus, the name of anyone else that knew her: pimp, clap doctor, other punters. Everyone. I’m doing you a favour. You talk to me or you talk to Varouxis. It’s as simple as that. ’

‘All right, all right. Wait there. I’m coming down to the gate. ’

‘Okay. ’

I waited, staring at the three‑ storey modern villa that stood at the end of the drive; it resembled the wing of an expensive clinic, or a small boutique hotel. The lawn was so perfect it looked as if it had been painted.

Then I saw him walking quickly down the drive. He came to the gate and handed me a sheet of paper through the railings.

I shook my head.

‘This is the way you really want to do it? Like I was your Fedex guy? You know, I expected more of you, Trik. After all we went through together at St Mary’s. This insults me. At the very least I expected you to be a man. Not someone who would hide behind his security gates. ’

I looked at the sheet of paper, recognising the same typewritten telephone number and email address that were now printed almost indelibly on my mind.

‘And I have these details already. Tell me something I don’t know. ’

Hristos Trikoupis was looking shifty and embarrassed. ‘That’s all I have. Look, what do you want me to say? I met her just the one time. ’

‘I don’t believe you. ’

‘It’s true, I tell you. ’

‘You just printed this off. So the details came easily to hand. Which doesn’t speak of someone you only saw once. What’s her surname? Did you file her name under V for Valentina, or something else? ’ I crushed the sheet of paper in my hand and threw it back through the railings. ‘Like A for Adultery. Or perhaps C for Cleaners because make no mistake, that’s where Nana’s going to take you when she finds out that you’ve been a naughty boy. You forget, I came to your wedding. I’ve seen her temper. It’s almost as terrifying as the way she sings. ’

‘Come on. ’ Hristos shook his head with exasperation. ‘Who gets a surname from a girl like that? None of these girls show you their passport. Besides, they all have working names. Like Aphrodite and Jasmine. ’

I let that one go. Maybe he knew Jasmine and maybe he didn’t, but I wasn’t interested in her relationship with Bekim Develi.

‘Please, Scott. I really don’t know anything about her. You’re right. I took her to Spondi. Maybe they knew her there. I’d really like to help you here. But I really don’t know anything. ’

‘Where did you fuck her? I mean after dinner. ’

‘I have a small apartment near the training ground. ’

‘How did you meet? ’

‘I met her at a charity evening arranged by the Hellenic Football Federation in the Onassis Cultural Center. On Syngrou Avenue. In aid of disabled sport. ’

‘Who introduced you? ’

‘You won’t say it was me who told you? ’

‘I will tell your wife if you don’t spill the beans, you bastard. I just want to get home. ’

‘It was a woman called Anna Loverdos. She’s on the International Relations Committee of the HFF. ’

‘Yes, I know. She keeps calling me to offer her sympathies about Bekim. I’ve been avoiding her calls but now I think I’ll get back to her. Maybe tonight. ’

‘As a matter of fact I’m pretty sure Anna introduced Valentina to Bekim Develi, too. Really, Scott, that’s all I know. Only please, don’t let any of this get out. Anna could lose her job. ’

‘And I know how keen you all are to keep your jobs. ’ I nodded. ‘On one condition. ’

‘Yes? ’

‘That when you and I see each other again, at next week’s game, you’ll shake my hand. Before and after the match. Properly. Because that’s the example we’re supposed to give those who watch the game. If we don’t have respect for each other we don’t have anything. And I’m fed up with the British press hunting for reasons why we don’t get on. ’

As he nodded I grabbed his shirt collar through the gate, and pulled him towards me quickly so that he banged his head hard on the railings.

‘And if you ever call me a black Nazi again, you cunt, I’ll fucking have you up before a FIFA disciplinary committee. ’

I got back in the car and Charlie drove off.

‘Speaking as a Green, sir, ’ he said, ‘that was nicely done. Very nicely done indeed. I’d have paid money to see that bastard head hit something harder than a football. ’

On the way back to the hotel I saw a tattoo parlour and had Charlie pull up outside so I could get an expert opinion on the dead girl’s tattoo, now on my iPhone. But here – and at another tat parlour closer to the hotel – the SP was that while the labyrinth was well‑ drawn, the design wasn’t unusual, not in Greece, where the idea of labyrinths got started, more or less.

About the only thing I knew for sure about labyrinths was that there was always a monster waiting at the end.

When I arrived back at the Grande Bretagne I found Vik having a meeting in the royal suite dining room with Phil Hobday, Kojo Ironsi, Gustave Haak, Cooper Lybrand and some more Greeks I didn’t recognise. I went into the bedroom, closed the door, picked up the telephone and called Anna Loverdos who sounded more English than Greek.

‘I’m so glad you called me back, ’ she said. ‘And I’m so, so sorry about what happened to Bekim Develi. How is his poor wife? ’

‘Not good. ’

‘If there’s anything I can do for you and your players while you’re in Athens, Mr Manson – anything at all – then please don’t hesitate to get in touch. ’

‘Well, there is something, ’ I said. ‘But I hardly like to talk about it on the telephone. I was wondering if we might meet up sometime and have a drink. ’

‘Of course. And I was going to suggest that myself. Where are you staying? ’

‘At the Grande Bretagne. ’

‘The Federation is just a ten‑ minute drive from there. Shall we say six o’clock tonight? ’

‘See you then. ’

I went into the media room and switched on the widescreen TV, looking for some football. There was a repeat of a UEFA Europa League play‑ off match from the previous evening, between Saint‑ É tienne and Stuttgart.

The door opened and Kojo came in, flicking the air with his fly‑ whisk like an African dictator.

‘Oh, good, ’ he said, ‘you’re watching the match. ’ He helped himself to a beer from the minibar and sat down.

‘What are they talking about in there? ’ I asked.

‘Money, my friend, what else? It’s all those people ever talk about. Don’t get me wrong. I like money as much as the next guy. But to me it’s a means to an end and not an end in itself. I swear, all these fellows talk about is what they can buy and what they can sell and how much profit there is. It’s like hanging out with the International Monetary Fund. Numbers, numbers, numbers. It’s making me crazy, Scott. ’

‘That’s why the rich stay rich, Kojo. Because they’re interested in that shit. All those little fractions they’re fond of add up and mean something – usually that the rest of us have been fucked over while we were looking the other way. ’

‘Maybe. ’ Kojo drank some of his beer. ‘Anyway, I only came here today to watch the game. They don’t get this channel on the boat. ’

‘It must be the only thing you can’t get on that boat. ’

‘And I’ve got a client who’s playing for Saint‑ É tienne, Kgalema Mandingoane: the South African boy who plays in goal. ’

‘I suppose he’s one from your academy. ’

‘That’s right. ’

‘You’re as bad as the guys next door. Just watch the fucking game, will you? ’

I grinned, but we both knew I meant it.

My phone rang; it was Bill Wakeman from the Gambling Commission and for a moment I left the room. We talked for a while, but I didn’t have much to tell him.

‘Is it possible that Bekim Develi was nobbled? ’ he asked.

‘I suppose it’s possible, ’ I admitted. ‘We won’t know for sure until the pathologists end their strike and someone can give him a post‑ mortem. But from what I saw, it looked like natural causes. Frankly, it reminded me of what happened to Fabrice Muamba back in 2012. Besides, we were very strict about what the team ate before the match. Our team nutritionist made sure of that. ’

I told him about the food‑ poisoning incident involving Hertha. ‘But it’s hard to see how anyone could have nobbled Bekim and not everyone else, ’ I added. ‘If anything he was twice as particular as anyone else about what he ate while he was here. ’

‘What about the other players? ’ he asked. ‘Could one of them have intended to throw the match? ’

‘It would be stupid of me to say that couldn’t happen, since it obviously does happen. But now you’re asking me which of my players is bent enough to throw a football game. ’

‘And? ’

‘I can’t think of one. ’

‘Really? Some of them you hardly know at all. Prometheus has just arrived at London City. ’

‘He may be a lot of things, ’ I said. ‘But a cheat, I’m sure he isn’t. ’

‘He’s African, isn’t he? Nigerian? Half the phishing scams in the world originate in Nigeria. They’re all dodgy. And from what I’ve read about him, he’s dodgier than most. ’

‘I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that, Mr Wakeman. ’

‘I’m sorry if I misspoke, Mr Manson. I certainly didn’t mean to offend you. But you know, one particular punter in Russia – someone nicknamed the Russian bear – made a killing on this game. They won’t say how much, but the bookies reckon that game might have cost them as much as twenty million pounds. ’

‘My heart bleeds for them. Look, I’d like to help. But I don’t see what I can do from here. Right now all I really care about is that I get my team back to London as soon as. ’

I ended the call and went back into the media room.

‘You know, you really should think about buying this boy, Scott. You’re going to need another goalkeeper now that Didier Cassell isn’t coming back to the game. I happen to know Mandingo – that’s what the French call him... ’

I went to the fridge and helped myself to a Coke.

‘I’m glad I’ve got this opportunity to be alone with you, Scott. There’s something else I want to talk to you about. It’s about Prometheus. ’

I sighed. ‘Why is it that every time I hear that boy’s name I want to rip someone’s fucking liver out? ’

‘It was Prometheus who hung that evil eye trinket on the door handle of Bekim’s bungalow. The night before he died. ’

‘I might have known he’d have something to do with it. ’

‘The boy meant it as a stupid joke. Only now he’s worried sick that it actually worked. And I do mean sick. ’

‘Come on, Kojo. That sort of thing. It’s bollocks. ’

‘Not to him. He’s African, Scott. You’d be surprised how many of them still believe in this stuff. ’

‘In fucking witchcraft, you mean? The next thing you’ll be telling me is that he believes in fairies and fucking voodoo dolls. Bekim Develi had a heart attack, Kojo. Like Fabrice Muamba. Sudden Adult Death Syndrome. That’s the medical description of something that the ancient Greeks used to say: “Those whom the gods love die young. ” It’s sad, but that’s just how it is. ’

‘The question is, what are we going to do about it? The boy won’t eat. He can’t sleep. He really thinks Bekim’s death is down to him. ’

‘Why didn’t he tell me himself? This morning, at the training session? ’

‘He wanted to, but he lost his nerve. ’

‘If he ever had any. I might have respected him even a little if he’d had the guts to tell me himself. ’

‘In front of all the others? It’s bad enough he thinks he killed Bekim without some of the others thinking it, too. He’s not the only superstitious idiot in your team. ’

‘You’ve got that right, anyway. ’

‘You’re going to talk him out of this mindset he’s got himself into, aren’t you? Before the return match against Olympiacos. I mean, it’s not the sort of thing you can leave to a man like Simon Page. I doubt that he can even spell psychology. ’

‘Oh, he can spell it. But his idea of a mental function is getting pissed at the Christmas party. ’ I nodded. ‘I’ll speak to him, okay? ’

‘Thanks, Scott. He respects you. He needs guidance, that’s all. ’

‘I’ll speak to him. ’

Just at this moment, Mandingo – Kojo’s client – pulled off a spectacular top‑ drawer save. Even I was impressed.

Kojo grinned. ‘See what I mean? Mandingo’s just twenty‑ two and already he’s been picked for his country. ’

‘If he really is twenty‑ two, that’s remarkable on its own. ’

‘I’m telling you, Scott, that boy is the next David James. ’

I didn’t know if that was good or bad but I shrugged and said I’d think about it; and fortunately for me, Phil put his head around the door soon afterwards and asked me to dinner on the boat. Frankly, I was relieved to find an excuse to leave the room.

‘Eight thirty, ’ said Phil. ‘There’ll be a tender at Marina Zea at eight to pick people up. ’

‘People? ’

‘I think there are some girls who are coming aboard. ’

I might have said I was busy, except I wanted to ask him and Vik if we could buy Hö rst Daxenberger as a replacement for Bekim Develi.

‘I’ll be there, ’ I said.

My phone rang again and this time it was a Greek number I didn’t recognise.

‘Mr Manson? ’

‘Yes? ’

‘My name is Dr Eva Pyromaglou. ’

Anna Loverdos crossed her bare tanned legs and handed me her business card. Like her it was Greek on one side and English on the other. But the legs were shapely and certainly more interesting than what was printed on the card. When they’re crossed a good pair of legs can distract a man from almost everything.

‘My mum is from Liverpool, ’ she explained. ‘She met my dad on holiday in Corfu. It’s very Shirley Valentine. I was born here and then went to a girls’ boarding school in England. ’

Anna was in her thirties; attractive and well‑ spoken, she wore a wrap‑ effect pink satin skirt, a white silk blouse, and leather wedge sandals. The glass of champagne in her hand was the same colour as her hair.

‘Then I came back here. That was before the economy went pear‑ shaped, of course. I had a business entertainment company. Events management for multinationals, that kind of thing. Then I worked in PR for the Investment Bank of Greece. And now I’m running the International Relations Committee of the Hellenic Football Federation. Which is a lot more fun. ’

‘I can imagine. So, what team do you support, Anna? ’

‘I don’t. In my job it’s best to avoid any possibility of partisanship. Greeks take the matter of what team you support very seriously. ’

‘So I’ve noticed. It’s like entering a war zone. ’

‘Because my mum is from Liverpool I always say I’m an Everton fan. Which is always the right team to support in Greece because it’s not Greek and they’re never in the Champions League. Better safe than sorry in this country. But I’m sure I don’t have to tell you about that. ’ She shook her head. ‘Some of what’s been said in the local press about you and your team has been awful, Mr Manson. Especially in view of what happened to Bekim Develi. This used to be a kinder country. But lately the rhetoric in football has become rather more poisonous in a way I’ve not seen before. These days Greeks tend to think all sport is venal and corrupt, like everything else. ’ She smiled. ‘But you don’t want to hear about that. My job is to make sure the remainder of your stay in Greece is as pleasant as possible. Yours can’t be an easy job, right now. Let’s face it, even at the best of times it’s not easy keeping discipline among so many young and eligible men. ’

I grinned. ‘I’ve already had to fetch them out of a strip club on Syngrou Avenue called Alcatraz. Footballers and strippers. Footballers and escort girls. They’re all tabloid stories just waiting to happen. You don’t know the half of it. ’

She laughed and drained her glass.

‘Then again, ’ I added, ‘perhaps you do. ’

‘No, but I can guess, ’ she said.

‘I’d say you can probably do a lot more than guess, Anna. ’

‘All right, perhaps you’re right, ’ she said, sheepishly. ‘As a matter of fact I did go to Alcatraz once. ’

‘I thought so. Did you know Bekim Develi very well? ’

‘Reasonably well, poor man. ’

‘And was it you who introduced him to Valentina? ’

‘Who? ’

‘Oddly enough, that’s what Hristos Trikoupis said, when I asked him. No, don’t say anything yet. You know the old lawyer’s principle that you should never ask a question to which you don’t know the answer? That’s the kind of question I just asked you, Anna. Only I’m not a lawyer. And you’re not on trial. Hold up, no one is accusing you of anything. But there’s no point in denying you know her. ’

‘What’s all this about? ’ she asked.

‘Just answer the question, please, Anna. ’

She slouched back in the armchair as if someone had loosened her brassiere; her eyes looked down uncertainly at the table. I realised she was looking at her own business card.

‘All right. But to be quite accurate it was Bekim Develi who introduced Valentina to me. ’

I breathed a sigh of relief which wasn’t entirely for dramatic effect. At last I felt like I was getting somewhere.

‘But what of it? I get introduced to lots of people. ’ She picked up the business card and handed it to me a second time. ‘That’s what it says on the card, okay? “International Relations. ” Generally speaking that requires a little more than an exchange of emails. ’

‘Have another drink. You look as though you need it. ’

I waved the waiter over and ordered two glasses of champagne.

‘Look, all I want is to get my team back to London. I don’t want to hurt anyone or cause them to lose their job. Least of all you. I can see you’re a nice girl, but I need to know what you know. So. Tell me about it. Tell me everything you know and then you’ll never hear about this again. ’

‘I want to know why you’re asking. ’

‘All right. If it makes you feel any better. I figure Valentina introduced Bekim to the escort girl now lying in the chiller cabinet at the Laiko General Hospital. She and Bekim had a little party in his room at the Astir Palace Hotel on the night before he died. As yet that girl remains unidentified. And I’m assuming Valentina can name her. ’ I paused. ‘Look, you can talk to me or you can talk to the police. It’s your choice. Just remember, I don’t bite like they do. ’

She sighed, wearily.

‘What you’ve got to understand, ’ she said, ‘is that it’s not unusual for FIFA and UEFA officials to solicit the company of girls in Athens. I just do what I’m told, right? As it was explained to me – and I won’t say by who – the important thing is to look after our VIP guests and to keep them out of trouble. Looking after our VIP guests means shepherding them away from the hookers on Omonia Square. Frankly, it’s dangerous down there. There are lots of drug addicts and homeless people. The police have been cracking down. In Sofokleous Street there are over three hundred brothels and many of the girls have HIV. A decision was taken to steer our more important sporting guests away from these places and to introduce them to high‑ quality girls. I decided to recruit one girl to handle everything for me: Valentina. She was perfect for the role. Whenever there’s a FIFA official or a top footballer in town, I have her contact him. If it’s a FIFA official we pay her. If it’s a footballer, then we let her negotiate her own fee. Sometimes she looks after the VIP herself but just as often she recruits someone else to take care of them. I suppose it was Valentina who provided Bekim with a girl. I know she liked him, and normally she looked after him herself, but on this occasion she must have been busy so she found someone else for him. I don’t know who that was. But Valentina’s real name is Svetlana Yaroshinskaya and originally she is from Odessa, in the Ukraine. I think she was originally an art student. She’s got a flat somewhere in Athens; I don’t know where. I used to Skype her when I wanted to speak to her. Her Skype address is SvetYaro99. But she hasn’t been online of late. And she hasn’t returned any of my calls. Which is unusual. ’

The waiter came back with the champagne. I wrote down the Skype address and had Anna check it.

‘Was she – was Svetlana the only girl you had any dealings with? ’

‘Yes. ’

‘You’re sure about that? ’

I took out my iPhone, tapped the Photos app, and called up the pictures of the dead girl’s tattoo I’d taken at Laiko General Hospital.

‘What about this tattoo? It’s not quite Lisbeth Salander’s dragon, I know, but it’s still quite distinctive, I think. No? ’

‘No. Look, ’ she said nervously, ‘you’re not going to mention my name, are you? No one cares about the police very much. But I’d rather my name didn’t appear in the newspapers. Especially the ones back home. My mum lives back in Liverpool these days. ’

‘FIFA officials accepting free sex from high‑ class call girls? ’ I shook my head. ‘Where’s the story there? I should think most people think that happens all the time. ’ I swiped the screen to the next photograph, a picture of the dead girl’s face. ‘Have you seen her? It’s not a good likeness, but under the circumstances... ’

‘No, I’ve never seen her, ’ said Anna.