Iakovos chose a small handgun and ammunition and gave Katerina another small handgun. He did not even ask her whether she had handled a gun like that before. Her eyes quizzed his, but she understood and nodded.
He made sure both guns were loaded and he led Katerina out, the compartments and the glass case sliding back into position behind them. They hurried to the entrance hall where, looking through into the wrecked living room, they saw the two men really beating the hell out of each other. They approached without being heard.
‘Katerina stay here and at my signal make noise with this to distract them.’ Iakovos indicated a silver tipped stick. ‘I’m going to get close from behind and hopefully take advantage of the distraction.’
Iakovos went through another way into the living room and crept up on the man, his namesake. He signalled to Katerina. She hit the stick on the marble floor that vibrated and sent the sound echoing throughout the house. The distraction was enough for their purposes.
The man, who was at that moment trying to get out the gun he had taken earlier, turned. Iakovos moved forward and went for the man’s throat. But the man had seen him and with a clever manoeuvre got him in front of him, one of the man’s arms around Iakovos’ neck, the other holding the gun and pointing it at his head.
Aristo stood still. Katerina thought about going to stand beside Aristo, but then decided to stay where she was and tried to create another opportunity. With the man holding a gun to Iakovos head, it was harder now. The gun was most likely loaded, and they couldn’t take the chance that it might not be.
For a few seconds there was an impasse with nobody daring to move and inflame the situation. If they were hoping that the man would start to get stressed and slip, they were mistaken. He was as calm as if he did this all the time. He was clearly a cold-blooded killer; there was no doubt about that.
It was not difficult to tell the two men calling themselves Iakovos apart. They knew the man would not hesitate to carry out the death sentence to his hostage; spared earlier, condemned now.
Katerina remembered something she had seen in the secret gunroom. She retraced her steps. She stood inside the room and looked around. And then she saw it. The stun gun. It was one of the few things she had recognised. She picked it up, removed her shoes and ran.
The scene had not changed in the living room in those three minutes she was away. They hadn’t seen her return. She saw the open garden door behind the man. She went round and out of a side door and emerged on the veranda at the back of the house.
She approached the open garden door slowly, held her breath and crept in behind the man. She directed the stun gun at his neck and fired. He didn’t stand a chance. He collapsed in a heap to the floor, almost crushing Iakovos under him. Iakovos was struggling to get free.
On the way down the man’s finger pressed the trigger and the gun fired. The bullet hit Iakovos on the side of the ribcage and blood began to rush out. Aristo and Katerina moved the man off Iakovos and on the floor next to him.
Katerina was relieved it was finally all over. She went close to Iakovos lying on the floor, copious blood seeping into the carpet. She took off her scarf and, bending down, held it to the wound. Iakovos was still breathing but fast on his way out of this world. Katerina turned to Aristo.
‘Aristo, I saw some rope in a secret room off the study. I’ll go get it. Here, hold this tight to the wound.’
She came back with the rope and gave it to Aristo. They exchanged places beside Iakovos. Aristo tied up the man’s legs and feet and arms to his side and left him cross-legged on the floor. He stood up and turned to Katerina.
Her bloodshot eyes were now turning into pools of iridescent hues of aquamarine and turquoise, and she could not hold them in. Wet tears started running down her cheeks and she lowered her head that her long slender swan-like neck looked strained to hold. Then with all the effort her neck could master she looked up, her eyes boring deep holes into Aristo.
‘I think I’ve stopped the bleeding but he’s lost a lot of blood already. We need to get him to a hospital.’ Iakovos was losing consciousness. ‘Iakovos, where’s the closest hospital?’
Iakovos struggled to shake his head and to speak through the haze clouding his mind. ‘It’s just over two hours away. I don’t have that long.’
Aristo thought hard. ‘There’s a military base twenty minutes from here. And it has a hospital. Just give me a minute.’
He got out his mobile and dialled a number a very selected few people had access to. A few hundred miles away in Athens, the private line of General Tomasakis rang. He ignored the man sitting opposite him and picked it up.
Within minutes, a military helicopter was landing on the lawn outside the house. A pair of paramedics emerged with a stretcher and moved quickly towards the house. Aristo was at the door.
‘In here. Hurry.’
Iakovos was given first aid, put on the stretcher and rushed to the helicopter.
‘Katerina go with them. I’ll stay here to interrogate our friend and find out who he is and what the hell he’s doing here. And we need to find and warn Iakovos’ father. I hope he’s still alright. He could have been followed as well.’
‘OK. I’ll ask Iakovos when he regains consciousness and I’ll call you.’ They kissed and hugged and she turned to walk towards the helicopter. Aristo remembered something and turned.
‘Katerina, make sure you get DNA samples from Iakovos for the comparison with ours.’
‘Will do. I’ll talk to you later.’
She walked to the helicopter, which had kept its blades turning. Aristo waited while the helicopter lifted off and flew away and then he went inside the house. He walked straight to the sitting room, but the man was not there.
How the hell did he manage to untie himself? Was there another intruder previously hidden or, perhaps, someone who arrived here in the last few minutes that they had been busy dealing with Iakovos? Was it that that person had decided that their mission had failed and he was biding his time to intervene and help his associate to get out to fight for another day? Yet they could still be here.
He had decided to go on a search of the house when he heard a car outside and a door opening. That should be Iakovos’ father and, if the man or men were still there, he might be in danger. Aristo ran to open the front door and without a thought for introductions shouted at the man standing by the car.
‘Take cover. There are some people after you.’
The man stared at him white as a sheet. Aristo could see no fear but defiance in the man’s eyes that were darting in different directions around him. He knew the other man was checking for more unknown attackers or intruders, trying to make sense of the situation and was perhaps looking for a way out.
Konstantinos Palantis, Iakovos’ father, cursed himself for not having his gun with him. But how could he have known? He had had nothing but peace and tranquillity so far in his life. Those happy days were now, no doubt, behind him.
‘What are you talking about? Who are you?’
‘Are you Konstantinos Palantis, Iakovos’ father?’
‘Yes. Where is my son?’
‘We were attacked. He’s in hospital.’
‘Where? I have to go to him.’
‘Don’t worry. He’s at the nearby military base. He’s well looked after.’
‘Military base? But how? Who are you?’
‘I’m Aristo Symitzis. I’m a friend.’
‘What are you doing here?’
‘I came to talk to you about something important.’
About what? What could we possibly have to talk about? I don’t know you. I’ve never seen you before in my life.’
‘Look it’s a long story. Not now. Just get here close to me. I’ll cover you. Or on second thought just get back into your car and drive off. Go to somewhere safe.’
‘I’m not going anywhere. This is my home. This is unbelievable. I still cannot understand what the hell is going on. I leave for a few hours, I come back and a stranger is giving me this amazing story and tells me to drive off. What would you have done in my place? Would you have believed him? How do I know you are not the one who’s here to harm me? You say you came here to talk to me. But how do I know? Look, just get out of here. You are not welcome here. This is private property. If you are not out of here in two minutes, I’ll call the police.’