"All right, Mrs. Dourou," Ghikas said, intervening once again in a soft voice. "Give us those parents' addresses so that we can verify what you've told us and you will be free to go."
Inside, I had to give credit to Ghikas. He was telling her indirectly that if she didn't provide us with the information, she wouldn't be free to go anywhere. Dourou seemed to get the message.
"I don't have the addresses, but I can give you a phone number."
"Only one phone number?" I said, with some sarcasm. "Why is that? Do all the kids belong to the same parents, or perhaps to a society?"
She was beginning to feel the pressure and was taking pains not to make a false step. "Listen… the number I'll give you is in Tirane. The parents are Albanians who can't raise their children properly in Albania. There are no doctors, medicines, proper food, nothing. So they bring them to Greece and give them to me to be looked after. The parents come every few months, see them, and then go back to Albania."
I got angry again. "Ah, another lie. One more and you're going to find yourself in really deep trouble. I'll tell you what you're up to. You buy the kids from their parents, bring them illegally into Greece, and sell them for adoption. You've set up a business in the selling of children."
"What are you talking about?" she cried indignantly. "I'm a qualified child carer. My nursery operates legally, with a license from the Ministry of Social Services. And you come and tell me that I'm engaged in selling children? What is your sick mind going to come up with next?"
"If you are a qualified child carer, what business do you have being mixed up in kidney transplants?" Ghikas said.
She had to have been expecting the question. She shrugged impressively and answered without hesitation: "I have acquaintances who are doctors, and they proposed that I send them patients from Greece for transplants."
"Who are these doctors?"
"Foreigners… Czechs… Polish… Hungarians… I know people in those countries. Is there any law preventing patients from going abroad for treatment?" She knew there wasn't. Nor were we going to be able to prove that the organs had been bought from some down-at-heels in the Balkans.
I took up from where Ghikas had left off. "What connection do you have with Ramiz Seki?"
This was the only reliable piece of information that I'd been able to get out of the girl assistant. The murdered Albanian couple were not known to her. But I'd shown her a picture of Seki and she recognized him immediately. He had never come to the nursery while she had been there, but one afternoon, when she had been given time off, she had forgotten her keys. She had gone back for them and had found him talking to Dourou. She had also told me that someone called Ramiz had called on a number of occasions, asking for Dourou.
"Who's he?" she said, but without the usual assuredness.
"He is an Albanian who killed two of his countrymen. The day before yesterday he himself was killed by another Albanian who was imprisoned with him in Korydallos."
I showed her the photograph from forensics. She glanced at it and pushed it away.
"I've never set eyes on him."
"You have set eyes on him. Your assistant saw him in your flat and recognized him."
"How did she recognize him if he's dead?"
"From the photograph. Shall I show you her statement?"
"There's no need. I have never set eyes on him."
"It's not only the photograph. We found your address among his possessions. Can you explain how Ramiz Seki came to have your address?"
"How should I know? One of the parents might have given it to him so he could tell me something or give me something, and he never got around to it."
"And they trusted a murderer?"
"All Albanians turn into murderers eventually," she answered with scorn.
We went on like that for another half an hour, getting nowhere. When we went outside, Ghikas looked at me perplexed.
"What shall we do now?" I asked him. I was trying to kill two birds with one stone. On the one hand, I was asking for his opinion in order to get him to commit himself. If, the next day, something went wrong with Pylarinos, I didn't want to get it in the neck again, as had happened with Delopoulos. I couldn't count on my luck every day of the week. And on the other hand, he was more adept than me at handling situations and I wanted to let him take the initiative.
"How did they get the kids to the nursery?" he asked me.
"The girl had a day off once a week. Not always the same day. It was Dourou who arranged it. When the girl came back, she always found new kids there. Every so often, Dourou would take one of the kids to hand it over to his parents, so she told her."
Ghikas laughed. "She wasn't lying. She was handing them over to their adoptive parents." He became serious. "See what you can get out of Hourdakis. In the meantime, we'll let it be known that we've arrested Dourou, but we won't say anything about Sovatzis, or about Pylarinos's businesses. Let's wait and see what Sovatzis does. Then we'll decide whether to bring him in or talk first to Pylarinos."
From my office, I phoned the Ministry of Social Services and asked for the department responsible for overseeing nurseries. The director assured me that "The Foxes" had been issued a license two years previously and was operating legally. The file was clean. I asked whether the inspector had noted anything strange about the nursery.
"In what way strange?"
"That all the children were Albanian. That there wasn't a single Greek child."
"If there's anything strange, Inspector, it's that half of Greece is inhabited by Albanians."
There was no answer to that and I hung up. It seems that the news of Dourou's arrest had already got around, because Sotiris came bounding into the office.
"At last, we're getting somewhere, eh?"
"I don't know. We'll see."
"If not, we're up the creek, because Hourdakis seems to be another dead end."
"What do you mean?"
"I got a copy of the family's accounts from the banks."
"So soon?" I said, surprised.
"I convinced the public prosecutor that it was urgent. He gave me permission and the legal council will take care of it afterwards. But there are no big amounts anywhere. The largest is 300,000 drachmas."
And he laid the photocopies of the bank statements on my desk. I picked them up and looked at the deposits. It was true that there were no large amounts. The most activity occurred in the accounts belonging to Hourdakis and his son. I saw regular deposits of 250,000 and 300,000, but no more than that.
"How old is his son?"
"I don't know precisely, but he's grown up. He works in computers. A programmer, I think."
No doubt the son earned more than his father. But if Hourdakis had a second income from somewhere, that would explain the amounts. The accounts belonging to his wife and to his mother-in-law also showed deposits of 200,000 and 300,000, though less frequently.
"You're right. At first sight, there's nothing untoward here."
Sotiris shook his head in despair. "That's what I meant. Dourou is our last hope."
I looked again at the Hourdakis accounts, one after the other. I felt sure that I was missing something, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It was seven o'clock already, and I decided to pack up and go home. I had to get some money from the bank for Adriani. I also wanted to see the Christmas present she had bought for Katerina.
All the way home, I couldn't get my mind off the Hourdakis accounts. It was while waiting to turn left onto Spyrou Merkouri Street at the traffic lights on Vassileos Konstantinou Avenue that I suddenly realized what I'd been missing. I made a U-turn and went back down Vassilissis Sophias Avenue.
By the time I reached the office, all my people had gone. I spread out the accounts, one beside the other. First, Hourdakis's account at the National Bank, then his wife's in the Commercial Bank, his son's at Citibank, and, last, his mother-in-law's account at the Credit Bank. The largest amounts fell into two categories. Every month, Hourdakis deposited either 150,000 or 200,000 drachmas. Obviously, his fortnightly salary. But there was a second category of deposits with an odd regularity in all four accounts. Hourdakis had deposited 200,000 in his account on June 25,1991. Two days later, his wife had deposited 300,000. Three days later, his son, too, had deposited 300,000. Last of all, his mother-in-law had deposited 200,000 six days after Hourdakis. The amounts differed each time. Sometimes it was Hourdakis who deposited the most, sometimes his wife, sometimes his son, and sometimes his mother-in-law. But the total amount was always the same: one million drachmas.