Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen
An emergency meeting had been called at police headquarters on Stadivor Street.In the conference room were Police Commissioner Dmitri, Inspectors Tino, Inspectors Nicolina, U.S. Treasury Commissioner Walter Kelly, and six detectives.The atmosphere at the meeting was quite different from the previous one.
Inspector Nicolina was speaking, "Now we have reason to believe that your information is correct, sir. According to the information provided by our intelligence department, Tony Rezzoli is trying to smuggle a very large amount of heroin out Athens. We have started a search of any warehouse where he may be storing heroin."
"Have you sent someone to follow Rezzoli?"
"We have increased the number of police officers this morning," said police chief Dmitry.
Walter Kelly sighed, "God bless. I hope it's not too late."
Inspector Nicolina sent two teams of detectives to watch Tony Rizzoli, but he underestimated his opponent, and by afternoon Rizzoli found himself being followed.He was followed every time he left the inn where he was staying, and when he returned there was always someone loitering behind him seemingly indifferently.They are all true professional masters.Rizzoli liked that because it showed he was valued. Now not only do they have to find ways to smuggle heroin out of Athens, but they also have to smuggle an extremely valuable ancient artifact out of the country.Alfredo Mancaso and Tello Lavery were chasing me, and the police were wrapping me up like a wet, straight blanket.I had to get in touch with someone quickly.The only name he could think of for a moment was that of Avo Brogi, a down-and-out boat owner living in Rome.Rezzoli had been in touch with Broggi in the past.It was a daring attempt to contact him, but it was better than nothing.
Rizzoli thought his phone in the hotel must have been tapped.I had to find a place where I could answer calls to the hotel.He sat there thinking for a long time.Finally, he stood up and went to a room across the hall, and knocked on the door.The door was opened by an elderly man with an angry face. "What's up?" Rezzoli put on a charming look and said, "I'm sorry to bother you. I'm so sorry. I live in that room across the hall, and you are considered neighbors. I don't know if I can come in and chat with you for a while ?” The man examined him suspiciously for a moment. "Then let me see if you can get your door open." Tony Rizzoli smiled and said, "Of course." He walked across the hall, took out the door key, and opened the door. The man nodded and said, "Okay, please come in." Tony Rizzoli then closed his door and went into a room across the hall. "What's your business?" "It's just a personal matter. I didn't want to bother you about it. But... well, the truth of the matter is this: I am divorcing my wife, and my wife follows me everywhere." He shook his face in disgust. shook his head and said. "She even bugged the phone in my room." "Women!" growled his neighbor indignantly. "God punish them. I just divorced my wife last year. I should have divorced her a year ago." "Is that so? Anyway, I was wondering if you could bother me to give a friend or two the number of your room so they can call you. I assure you, there will be no Lots of calls." The man began to shake his head: "I can't stand being interrupted—" Rizzoli pulled a hundred-dollar check from his pocket. "This is a reward for your help." The man licked his lips. "Oh, all right. Of course," he said. "I think it's easy to do. I'd like to work for a sympathetic fellow." "You are very kind. If you ever have my phone, just knock on my door. I'm here most of the time." "That's fine!"
The next morning, Rizzoli walked to an automatic payphone booth to call Avon Brogi.He put the operator through Rome. "Press Monsieur Brogi, please." "He's not in now." "When does he come back?" "I don't know." "Ask him to call Mr. Rezzoli when he comes back." Rezzoli left the switchboard number of the hotel and the neighbor's room number and went back to his room. He hates this room.Someone had told him that in Greek the name of the hotel was XENODOCHION, which means stranger's box.It's more like a damn prison, Rizzoli thought. The furniture was ugly: an old green sofa, two tables with lamps with worn corners, a small writing desk with lamps, a chair, and a Torquemada-style bed. For two days, Tony Rezzoli stayed in his room, waiting for the call.Sometimes he asked the footman to go out and buy some food for him, but there were no calls.Where the hell has Evo Brogi gone?
The surveillance team was reporting to Inspector Nicolina and Walter Kelly, "Rezzoli has not come out of his hotel. He has been inactive for forty-eight hours." "Are you sure he's really in the hotel?" "That's for sure, Mitsuo. The maid saw him in the morning and in the evening when she tidied up the room." "Has anyone called?" "Not a single call. Is there anything else you need us to do?" "Continue to monitor, he will move sooner or later. Check carefully to see if the device for tapping the phone is working."
The next day, the phone in Rezzoli's room rang.Avon Brogi should not have called him in this room.He'd left a message for the idiot telling him to call his neighbor's room.He should have been more careful.Rizzoli picked up the phone. "who is it?" The voice on the phone said, "Are you Tony Rezzoli?" It was not the voice of Avon Brogi. "Who are you?" "Mr. Rezzoli, you visited me in my office the other day and said you had a business to discuss with me. I refused you at that time. I thought maybe we should discuss this business again." Tony Rizzoli felt a sudden thrill of overjoyed excitement.Spargus Lamboreau!The bastard seems to have changed his mind.He could hardly believe his good fortune.All my problems are solved.I can ship heroin and antiques at the same time. "Yes, of course. I'd be happy to discuss it. When would you like us to meet?" "Can you come just this afternoon?" It seems that he is eager to make this deal.The damn rich are all the same.They are never satisfied. "Okay! Where do we meet?" "Why don't you come to my office and talk?" "I'll come to you." Tony Rezzoli felt elated all the way after he hung up the phone.
In the foyer of the hotel, where a frustrated detective is reporting to headquarters. "Rezzoli just got a call. He's going to meet the man in his office. But the man didn't say his name. We can't find out where the call came from." "Good. Keep an eye on him when he leaves the hotel. Please let me know where he goes anytime." "Yes, sir." Ten minutes later, Tony Rezzoli sneaked out through a window in the basement.This window leads to an alley behind the hotel.The taxi he took changed twice, and he didn't go straight to Sparos Lamboro's office until he was sure that no one was following him.
Ever since Sparrows Lambero visited Marina in the hospital, he had sworn to avenge his sister, but he hadn't been able to think of a sufficiently horrific way to punish Constantine Demiris.Then, thanks to Georges Ratour's report and the information that Mrs. Pierris had given him, he now had at last a weapon capable of bringing down his brother-in-law. His secretary announced, "There is a gentleman named Anthony Rizzoli visiting you, Monsieur Lambero. He has not made an appointment with you. I have told him that you cannot—" "Please come in." "Yes, sir." Sparrows Lambero watched as Rezzolino walked confidently across the porch, smiling. "You are welcome, Mr. Rezzoli." Tony Rizzoli grinned. "I'm glad to meet you. So, you've made up your mind to fuck with me, eh?" "No." Tony, the smile on Rezzoli's face disappeared, "What did you say?" "I said no. I have no intention of doing it with you." Tony Rezzoli looked at him intently, bewildered. "You said you had a suggestion for me, and..." "Yes, I did. Would you like to use the ships of Constantin Demiris' fleet?" Tony Rizzoli sank into the armchair. "Konstantin Demiris? What are you talking about? He never..." "Yes, he will. I assure you Mr. Demiris will be happy to give you anything you ask for." "Why? What is he doing it for?" "For nothing." "That's incomprehensible. Why would Demiris want to make such a deal?" "Good question," Lambero pressed on the inside contact button. "Bring in some coffee, please." He glanced at Tony Rezzoli. "What kind of coffee would you like?" "Uh, black coffee, no sugar." "Bring Monsieur Rizzoli a cup of black coffee without sugar." When the coffee was served and his secretary left the office, Sparrows Lambero said, "Mr. Rizzoli, I was going to tell you a little story." Tony Rezzoli watched him carefully and said, "Speak quickly." "Carbon Standing Demiris was married to my sister. He had a mistress some years ago. Her name was Noel Patch." "It's an actress, isn't it?" "Yes. But she betrayed him with a man named Larry Douglas. Noel and Douglas were on trial for trying to murder Douglas' wife because she refused to divorce her. Paralyzed Standing Demiris paid a lawyer named Napoleon Chotas to defend Noel." "I remember talking about something about the case." "But there are some things you don't read in the papers. You see, my dear brother-in-law didn't really intend to save the life of his unfaithful mistress. All he wanted was revenge. He hired Napoleon Chotas as a lawyer. He was held responsible for getting Noel convicted. Towards the end of the trial, Napoleon Chotas told the two defendants that he had made a secret deal with the judge, as long as they pleaded guilty. It was a lie , they were executed after pleading guilty." "Perhaps this Jotas really thought..." "Please let me finish. The body of Catherine Douglas was never found. The reason her body was never found, Mr. Rizzoli, was that she was still alive. Constantine Demiris brought her Hidden." Tony Rezzoli had been staring at him intently. "Wait a minute, are you saying that Demiris let his mistress and her lover be executed for murder knowing she was alive?" "That's the way it is. I don't have a precise idea of what the law is, but I'm sure that if the truth comes out, my brother-in-law will be in jail for a long time. At least, he'll be broke .” Tony Rizzoli sat there, thinking about what he had just heard.He felt that there was something else in it that puzzled him. "Why are you telling me this, Mr. Lamborough?" Sparrows Lamboro's lips pursed in a chatty smile. "Because I owe a debt to my brother-in-law. I want you to see him. I think he'll be more than happy to let you take advantage of his fleet."
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Inspector Nicolina sent two teams of detectives to watch Tony Rizzoli, but he underestimated his opponent, and by afternoon Rizzoli found himself being followed.He was followed every time he left the inn where he was staying, and when he returned there was always someone loitering behind him seemingly indifferently.They are all true professional masters.Rizzoli liked that because it showed he was valued. Now not only do they have to find ways to smuggle heroin out of Athens, but they also have to smuggle an extremely valuable ancient artifact out of the country.Alfredo Mancaso and Tello Lavery were chasing me, and the police were wrapping me up like a wet, straight blanket.I had to get in touch with someone quickly.The only name he could think of for a moment was that of Avo Brogi, a down-and-out boat owner living in Rome.Rezzoli had been in touch with Broggi in the past.It was a daring attempt to contact him, but it was better than nothing.
Rizzoli thought his phone in the hotel must have been tapped.I had to find a place where I could answer calls to the hotel.He sat there thinking for a long time.Finally, he stood up and went to a room across the hall, and knocked on the door.The door was opened by an elderly man with an angry face. "What's up?" Rezzoli put on a charming look and said, "I'm sorry to bother you. I'm so sorry. I live in that room across the hall, and you are considered neighbors. I don't know if I can come in and chat with you for a while ?” The man examined him suspiciously for a moment. "Then let me see if you can get your door open." Tony Rizzoli smiled and said, "Of course." He walked across the hall, took out the door key, and opened the door. The man nodded and said, "Okay, please come in." Tony Rizzoli then closed his door and went into a room across the hall. "What's your business?" "It's just a personal matter. I didn't want to bother you about it. But... well, the truth of the matter is this: I am divorcing my wife, and my wife follows me everywhere." He shook his face in disgust. shook his head and said. "She even bugged the phone in my room." "Women!" growled his neighbor indignantly. "God punish them. I just divorced my wife last year. I should have divorced her a year ago." "Is that so? Anyway, I was wondering if you could bother me to give a friend or two the number of your room so they can call you. I assure you, there will be no Lots of calls." The man began to shake his head: "I can't stand being interrupted—" Rizzoli pulled a hundred-dollar check from his pocket. "This is a reward for your help." The man licked his lips. "Oh, all right. Of course," he said. "I think it's easy to do. I'd like to work for a sympathetic fellow." "You are very kind. If you ever have my phone, just knock on my door. I'm here most of the time." "That's fine!"
The next morning, Rizzoli walked to an automatic payphone booth to call Avon Brogi.He put the operator through Rome. "Press Monsieur Brogi, please." "He's not in now." "When does he come back?" "I don't know." "Ask him to call Mr. Rezzoli when he comes back." Rezzoli left the switchboard number of the hotel and the neighbor's room number and went back to his room. He hates this room.Someone had told him that in Greek the name of the hotel was XENODOCHION, which means stranger's box.It's more like a damn prison, Rizzoli thought. The furniture was ugly: an old green sofa, two tables with lamps with worn corners, a small writing desk with lamps, a chair, and a Torquemada-style bed. For two days, Tony Rezzoli stayed in his room, waiting for the call.Sometimes he asked the footman to go out and buy some food for him, but there were no calls.Where the hell has Evo Brogi gone?
The surveillance team was reporting to Inspector Nicolina and Walter Kelly, "Rezzoli has not come out of his hotel. He has been inactive for forty-eight hours." "Are you sure he's really in the hotel?" "That's for sure, Mitsuo. The maid saw him in the morning and in the evening when she tidied up the room." "Has anyone called?" "Not a single call. Is there anything else you need us to do?" "Continue to monitor, he will move sooner or later. Check carefully to see if the device for tapping the phone is working."
The next day, the phone in Rezzoli's room rang.Avon Brogi should not have called him in this room.He'd left a message for the idiot telling him to call his neighbor's room.He should have been more careful.Rizzoli picked up the phone. "who is it?" The voice on the phone said, "Are you Tony Rezzoli?" It was not the voice of Avon Brogi. "Who are you?" "Mr. Rezzoli, you visited me in my office the other day and said you had a business to discuss with me. I refused you at that time. I thought maybe we should discuss this business again." Tony Rizzoli felt a sudden thrill of overjoyed excitement.Spargus Lamboreau!The bastard seems to have changed his mind.He could hardly believe his good fortune.All my problems are solved.I can ship heroin and antiques at the same time. "Yes, of course. I'd be happy to discuss it. When would you like us to meet?" "Can you come just this afternoon?" It seems that he is eager to make this deal.The damn rich are all the same.They are never satisfied. "Okay! Where do we meet?" "Why don't you come to my office and talk?" "I'll come to you." Tony Rezzoli felt elated all the way after he hung up the phone.
In the foyer of the hotel, where a frustrated detective is reporting to headquarters. "Rezzoli just got a call. He's going to meet the man in his office. But the man didn't say his name. We can't find out where the call came from." "Good. Keep an eye on him when he leaves the hotel. Please let me know where he goes anytime." "Yes, sir." Ten minutes later, Tony Rezzoli sneaked out through a window in the basement.This window leads to an alley behind the hotel.The taxi he took changed twice, and he didn't go straight to Sparos Lamboro's office until he was sure that no one was following him.
Ever since Sparrows Lambero visited Marina in the hospital, he had sworn to avenge his sister, but he hadn't been able to think of a sufficiently horrific way to punish Constantine Demiris.Then, thanks to Georges Ratour's report and the information that Mrs. Pierris had given him, he now had at last a weapon capable of bringing down his brother-in-law. His secretary announced, "There is a gentleman named Anthony Rizzoli visiting you, Monsieur Lambero. He has not made an appointment with you. I have told him that you cannot—" "Please come in." "Yes, sir." Sparrows Lambero watched as Rezzolino walked confidently across the porch, smiling. "You are welcome, Mr. Rezzoli." Tony Rizzoli grinned. "I'm glad to meet you. So, you've made up your mind to fuck with me, eh?" "No." Tony, the smile on Rezzoli's face disappeared, "What did you say?" "I said no. I have no intention of doing it with you." Tony Rezzoli looked at him intently, bewildered. "You said you had a suggestion for me, and..." "Yes, I did. Would you like to use the ships of Constantin Demiris' fleet?" Tony Rizzoli sank into the armchair. "Konstantin Demiris? What are you talking about? He never..." "Yes, he will. I assure you Mr. Demiris will be happy to give you anything you ask for." "Why? What is he doing it for?" "For nothing." "That's incomprehensible. Why would Demiris want to make such a deal?" "Good question," Lambero pressed on the inside contact button. "Bring in some coffee, please." He glanced at Tony Rezzoli. "What kind of coffee would you like?" "Uh, black coffee, no sugar." "Bring Monsieur Rizzoli a cup of black coffee without sugar." When the coffee was served and his secretary left the office, Sparrows Lambero said, "Mr. Rizzoli, I was going to tell you a little story." Tony Rezzoli watched him carefully and said, "Speak quickly." "Carbon Standing Demiris was married to my sister. He had a mistress some years ago. Her name was Noel Patch." "It's an actress, isn't it?" "Yes. But she betrayed him with a man named Larry Douglas. Noel and Douglas were on trial for trying to murder Douglas' wife because she refused to divorce her. Paralyzed Standing Demiris paid a lawyer named Napoleon Chotas to defend Noel." "I remember talking about something about the case." "But there are some things you don't read in the papers. You see, my dear brother-in-law didn't really intend to save the life of his unfaithful mistress. All he wanted was revenge. He hired Napoleon Chotas as a lawyer. He was held responsible for getting Noel convicted. Towards the end of the trial, Napoleon Chotas told the two defendants that he had made a secret deal with the judge, as long as they pleaded guilty. It was a lie , they were executed after pleading guilty." "Perhaps this Jotas really thought..." "Please let me finish. The body of Catherine Douglas was never found. The reason her body was never found, Mr. Rizzoli, was that she was still alive. Constantine Demiris brought her Hidden." Tony Rezzoli had been staring at him intently. "Wait a minute, are you saying that Demiris let his mistress and her lover be executed for murder knowing she was alive?" "That's the way it is. I don't have a precise idea of what the law is, but I'm sure that if the truth comes out, my brother-in-law will be in jail for a long time. At least, he'll be broke .” Tony Rizzoli sat there, thinking about what he had just heard.He felt that there was something else in it that puzzled him. "Why are you telling me this, Mr. Lamborough?" Sparrows Lamboro's lips pursed in a chatty smile. "Because I owe a debt to my brother-in-law. I want you to see him. I think he'll be more than happy to let you take advantage of his fleet."
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