Chapter Four: Tai
They really don’t like people asking questions at airports.
Mearil had flown out from Gatwick. I knew this because I’d accompanied her more or less as far as the terminal. She and Coronis had been planning to stay out in Athens for a while, and I wasn’t sure when I’d be seeing Mea again.
I hadn’t gone inside with her. I’d watched her disappear through the doors, a slight, thin figure determinedly dragging a suitcase far too large. She’d grinned at me over her shoulder just before she’d vanished from sight, given me one last, half-abstracted wave, and then she was gone.
Now I had her suitcase, but no trace of Mea. It hadn’t been easy to get hold of the thing, either. An hour’s investigating went more or less like this: I collared official-looking people; they responded
