what she was doing and looked at me.
‘How can I get a look at his computer?’ she asked me.
‘I don’t think the butler will let us in before the family returns. But what else might Favieros’s computer have on it apart from plans and static studies?’
‘You never know, Inspector. Now, with computers, you can discover the entire biography of the user if you know where and what to look for. From his professional business to his personal interests and from the games he liked playing to who he talked and corresponded with. You can come up with the most amazing things.’
I found all this a bit excessive, but we wouldn’t lose anything by taking a look. What took priority, however, was a visit to the offices of Domitis Construction so that I might make the acquaintance of Favieros’s close circle. I didn’t expect to discover anything sensational . What I mainly wanted was to see what kind of atmosphere prevailed following the voluntary exit of its founder and owner.
Koula had switched on her computer and was playing around with it. I left her to go and ask Adriani for the keys to the Mirafiori. I was resolved to keeping my promise and letting Koula drive so as not to overdo it.
Adriani was making dolmades with lemon sauce and was at the stage of rolling the vine leaves with the filling. She heard me come in but didn’t turn round.
‘Where are the keys for the Mirafiori?’ I asked calmly. And I made it clear: ‘Koula will drive.’
‘You’ve got them.’
‘I don’t have them. After the shooting, they gave them to you together with my clothes and all the rest.’
‘I gave them to you.’
‘You didn’t give them to me nor did I ask you for them, because I’ve had no need of them since then.’
‘I gave them to you and you just don’t remember.’
I started to get hot under the collar because I knew where she was leading. She wanted to send the keys to the Lost Property Department so that I wouldn’t be able to take the Mirafiori. Nevertheless, I succeeded in putting the brakes on my anger and said to her calmly:
‘Okay, I’ll call the Fiat dealers and get them to send me a locksmith to open up the car and put new locks on. The bill will be around 300 euros because it’s an old model and they cost a fortune.’
She tossed the half-wrapped dolma into the pan and went out of the kitchen. In two minutes she was back with the keys to the Mirafiori.
‘There!’ she said, throwing them onto the table, ‘you’d put them in the wardrobe next to your underwear and you’d forgotten!’
I cursed myself for not following her into the bedroom. I’d have caught her red-handed taking the keys out of her hiding place, whereas now she was throwing the blame on me and I had no incriminating evidence to refute her.
Without saying anything, I picked up the keys and walked out of the kitchen. Koula had turned off the computer and was waiting for me.
‘Let’s be off,’ I said to her, explaining that we were going to pay a visit to Favieros’s offices.
She stood for a moment in the doorway to the sitting room, then, instead of coming with me, she made a beeline for the kitchen.
‘Are you making dolmades?’ she asked Adriani with admiration in her voice. ‘Will you show me how to wrap them because whenever I do it they always come undone!’
There was a short pause and then Adriani said: ‘All right, I’ll show you, it’s not so difficult, you know!’ This last phrase sounded more like: ‘Why, are you so incompetent!’ But Koula went on undeterred.
‘You know, since my mother died, I’m the one who has to do all the cooking for my father. He loves dolmades, but whenever I make them, the poor man ends up eating the filling and the vine leaves separately.’
Adriani had lifted her head and was staring at her. Though her expression hadn’t changed, I realised, because I knew her well, that she had been impressed by the fact that Koula took care of her father.
‘Come here and watch me
‘How can I get a look at his computer?’ she asked me.
‘I don’t think the butler will let us in before the family returns. But what else might Favieros’s computer have on it apart from plans and static studies?’
‘You never know, Inspector. Now, with computers, you can discover the entire biography of the user if you know where and what to look for. From his professional business to his personal interests and from the games he liked playing to who he talked and corresponded with. You can come up with the most amazing things.’
I found all this a bit excessive, but we wouldn’t lose anything by taking a look. What took priority, however, was a visit to the offices of Domitis Construction so that I might make the acquaintance of Favieros’s close circle. I didn’t expect to discover anything sensational . What I mainly wanted was to see what kind of atmosphere prevailed following the voluntary exit of its founder and owner.
Koula had switched on her computer and was playing around with it. I left her to go and ask Adriani for the keys to the Mirafiori. I was resolved to keeping my promise and letting Koula drive so as not to overdo it.
Adriani was making dolmades with lemon sauce and was at the stage of rolling the vine leaves with the filling. She heard me come in but didn’t turn round.
‘Where are the keys for the Mirafiori?’ I asked calmly. And I made it clear: ‘Koula will drive.’
‘You’ve got them.’
‘I don’t have them. After the shooting, they gave them to you together with my clothes and all the rest.’
‘I gave them to you.’
‘You didn’t give them to me nor did I ask you for them, because I’ve had no need of them since then.’
‘I gave them to you and you just don’t remember.’
I started to get hot under the collar because I knew where she was leading. She wanted to send the keys to the Lost Property Department so that I wouldn’t be able to take the Mirafiori. Nevertheless, I succeeded in putting the brakes on my anger and said to her calmly:
‘Okay, I’ll call the Fiat dealers and get them to send me a locksmith to open up the car and put new locks on. The bill will be around 300 euros because it’s an old model and they cost a fortune.’
She tossed the half-wrapped dolma into the pan and went out of the kitchen. In two minutes she was back with the keys to the Mirafiori.
‘There!’ she said, throwing them onto the table, ‘you’d put them in the wardrobe next to your underwear and you’d forgotten!’
I cursed myself for not following her into the bedroom. I’d have caught her red-handed taking the keys out of her hiding place, whereas now she was throwing the blame on me and I had no incriminating evidence to refute her.
Without saying anything, I picked up the keys and walked out of the kitchen. Koula had turned off the computer and was waiting for me.
‘Let’s be off,’ I said to her, explaining that we were going to pay a visit to Favieros’s offices.
She stood for a moment in the doorway to the sitting room, then, instead of coming with me, she made a beeline for the kitchen.
‘Are you making dolmades?’ she asked Adriani with admiration in her voice. ‘Will you show me how to wrap them because whenever I do it they always come undone!’
There was a short pause and then Adriani said: ‘All right, I’ll show you, it’s not so difficult, you know!’ This last phrase sounded more like: ‘Why, are you so incompetent!’ But Koula went on undeterred.
‘You know, since my mother died, I’m the one who has to do all the cooking for my father. He loves dolmades, but whenever I make them, the poor man ends up eating the filling and the vine leaves separately.’
Adriani had lifted her head and was staring at her. Though her expression hadn’t changed, I realised, because I knew her well, that she had been impressed by the fact that Koula took care of her father.
‘Come here and watch me
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