Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen
Sparos Lambero had been waiting for the news of Constantin Demiris' arrest, almost maddened with impatience.He kept the radio on in his office, and he read every newspaper one by one.Now I should have heard something.thought Lambro.By this time the police should have arrested Demiris.
From the moment Tony Rezzoli informed Lambero that the Demiris was on board the Seri and was about to sail, Lamboro immediately notified US Customs—anonymously, of course—that the Seri With a lot of heroin on it.
By now, they must have been caught.Why is this not reported in the newspapers?
His intercom buzzed. "Mr. Demiris calling you on Line Two."
"Who's calling Mr. Demiris?"
"No, Mr. Lambero. Mr. Demiris himself was speaking to you."
These words sent a shudder through him.
This is impossible.
Lamborgh picked up the phone nervously. "Coster?" "Sparos," Demiris said cheerfully. "Is everything going well?" "Okay, fine, where are you?" "In Athens." "Really?" Lambero swallowed nervously. "We haven't seen each other for a long time," he said. "I've been busy. How about a lunch today? Are you free?" Lamboreau already had an important lunch date.But he still said, "Okay, that's great." "Well, we'll meet at the club. Two o'clock." Lamboreau put the microphone back, his hands shaking.He didn't know what the problem was.Well, he wants to find out what happened as soon as possible.
Konstantin Demiris kept Sparrows waiting for thirty minutes, and he finally arrived.When he arrived, he simply said, condescendingly, "Sorry, I'm late." "there is nothing." Sparrows watched Demiris carefully, looking for signs of the trauma he had suffered these days.No. "I'm hungry," Demiris said cheerfully. "How are you doing? Let's see what they have on the menu today." He glanced at the menu. "Ah! Oysters, would you like some oysters first?" "No, I don't want to eat." He had lost his appetite.Demiris looked a little too happy, and Sparrows had a terrible premonition. After they ordered, Demiris said, "I want to thank you, Sparrows." Lamboreau cast a wary glance at him. "for what?" "For what? For you to send me a good customer—Mr. Rezzoli." Lamboreau licked his lips and said, "You... have you met him?" "Well, yes. He assured me that we could do a lot of business together in the future." Demiris sighed. "But I'm afraid Mr. Berezoli has no future." Lamborgh suddenly tensed up. "What do you mean?" Constantin Demiris' tone became serious. "I mean Tony Rizzoli is dead." "How... what happened?" "He's had an accident, Sparrows," he said, looking directly into his brother-in-law's eyes. "You know, anyone who tries to deceive me is bound to have an accident sooner or later." "I don't... I don't understand. You..." "You don't understand? You tried to destroy me. And you failed. I assure you, things might have been better for you if you had succeeded." "I... I don't know what you're talking about." "Don't you really know, Sparrows," Constantine Demiris smiled. "You'll see soon enough, but first I'm going to destroy your sister." Their oysters came. "Ah!" said Demiris. "They look very tasty. Bon Appetit."
Later, Constantin Demiris remembered this meeting with a deep sense of satisfaction.Sparrows Lamboro was a morally depraved man, but Demiris knew just how much Lamboro cherished his sister.So he wanted to punish the two brothers and sisters together. However, now he had to deal with another matter, and that was Catherine Alexander.She had called Kirk after his death and was nearly insane. "It's—it's terrible." "I am very sorry, Catherine. I know how much you loved Kirk, and his death is a terrible loss for both of us." I have to change plans.Demiris thought.Now it seemed that there was no time to take her to Villa Rafina.Catherine was the only person still alive who could have brought him into Noel and Larry's injustice.It should be said that it was a mistake to let her live in the first place.As long as she was alive, sooner or later someone would use her to prove what Demiris had done.Therefore, he can only ensure safety by letting her die. He picked up the phone on his desk and dialed the number.After hearing the answering voice, Demiris said, "I'm going to Kowloon on Monday, you will wait for me there." He hung up the call without waiting for the other party's answer.
The two men met in an unoccupied house owned by Demiris in the walled city. "It has to look like an accident, can you do that?" This is simply an insult.He was a little annoyed because he wasn't the kind of amateur you'd pick up on the street.He couldn't help but want to make some sarcasm about him.Oh yes, that's of course no problem.Do you want to have an indoor accident?I could make her roll down the stairs and break her neck.It's for that dancer from Marseilles.Or, let her get drunk and drown in the bathtub.That was for an heiress in Gstaad, Switzerland.I could also have her die of a drug overdose.He has done three in this way.Plus, I've even put her to sleep forever with a lighted cigarette in her hand.That's how the poor Swedish detective died mysteriously in Hotel L on the left bank of the Seine in Paris.Maybe you prefer the outdoors?Then I can cause a traffic accident or a plane crash.To make it more beautiful, I simply let the passenger plane disappear completely in a certain area of the sea. But he didn't say everything he thought at the moment.In fact, he was a little apprehensive about the man across the table, about whom he had already heard many terrible rumors.So he had no reason to disbelieve the truth of those stories at all. He just replied respectfully now: "Yes, sir. I can do it. I won't let anyone know." As he said this, he couldn't help thinking: But he should know that I will know. .He waited with his attitude.From time to time there came from outside the window a lively din, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes hoarse, in a local dialect made up of several languages.Such a peculiar language is obviously only suitable for the local residents of this city. Demiris scrutinized him coldly with obsidian sharp eyes. Finally he said, "Very well. As for the method, you can decide for yourself." "Okay, sir. Is the target in Kowloon now?" "In London, her name is Catherine, Catherine Alexander. She is currently working in my London branch." "It would be much easier if I could be introduced to her. Then I could use my vantage point to approach her." Demiris thought for a moment. "I'm sending a delegation of managers to London next week. I can put you in that delegation." He leaned forward and whispered, "One more thing." "What is it, sir." "I don't want anyone to identify her body."
Lamborgh picked up the phone nervously. "Coster?" "Sparos," Demiris said cheerfully. "Is everything going well?" "Okay, fine, where are you?" "In Athens." "Really?" Lambero swallowed nervously. "We haven't seen each other for a long time," he said. "I've been busy. How about a lunch today? Are you free?" Lamboreau already had an important lunch date.But he still said, "Okay, that's great." "Well, we'll meet at the club. Two o'clock." Lamboreau put the microphone back, his hands shaking.He didn't know what the problem was.Well, he wants to find out what happened as soon as possible.
Konstantin Demiris kept Sparrows waiting for thirty minutes, and he finally arrived.When he arrived, he simply said, condescendingly, "Sorry, I'm late." "there is nothing." Sparrows watched Demiris carefully, looking for signs of the trauma he had suffered these days.No. "I'm hungry," Demiris said cheerfully. "How are you doing? Let's see what they have on the menu today." He glanced at the menu. "Ah! Oysters, would you like some oysters first?" "No, I don't want to eat." He had lost his appetite.Demiris looked a little too happy, and Sparrows had a terrible premonition. After they ordered, Demiris said, "I want to thank you, Sparrows." Lamboreau cast a wary glance at him. "for what?" "For what? For you to send me a good customer—Mr. Rezzoli." Lamboreau licked his lips and said, "You... have you met him?" "Well, yes. He assured me that we could do a lot of business together in the future." Demiris sighed. "But I'm afraid Mr. Berezoli has no future." Lamborgh suddenly tensed up. "What do you mean?" Constantin Demiris' tone became serious. "I mean Tony Rizzoli is dead." "How... what happened?" "He's had an accident, Sparrows," he said, looking directly into his brother-in-law's eyes. "You know, anyone who tries to deceive me is bound to have an accident sooner or later." "I don't... I don't understand. You..." "You don't understand? You tried to destroy me. And you failed. I assure you, things might have been better for you if you had succeeded." "I... I don't know what you're talking about." "Don't you really know, Sparrows," Constantine Demiris smiled. "You'll see soon enough, but first I'm going to destroy your sister." Their oysters came. "Ah!" said Demiris. "They look very tasty. Bon Appetit."
Later, Constantin Demiris remembered this meeting with a deep sense of satisfaction.Sparrows Lamboro was a morally depraved man, but Demiris knew just how much Lamboro cherished his sister.So he wanted to punish the two brothers and sisters together. However, now he had to deal with another matter, and that was Catherine Alexander.She had called Kirk after his death and was nearly insane. "It's—it's terrible." "I am very sorry, Catherine. I know how much you loved Kirk, and his death is a terrible loss for both of us." I have to change plans.Demiris thought.Now it seemed that there was no time to take her to Villa Rafina.Catherine was the only person still alive who could have brought him into Noel and Larry's injustice.It should be said that it was a mistake to let her live in the first place.As long as she was alive, sooner or later someone would use her to prove what Demiris had done.Therefore, he can only ensure safety by letting her die. He picked up the phone on his desk and dialed the number.After hearing the answering voice, Demiris said, "I'm going to Kowloon on Monday, you will wait for me there." He hung up the call without waiting for the other party's answer.
The two men met in an unoccupied house owned by Demiris in the walled city. "It has to look like an accident, can you do that?" This is simply an insult.He was a little annoyed because he wasn't the kind of amateur you'd pick up on the street.He couldn't help but want to make some sarcasm about him.Oh yes, that's of course no problem.Do you want to have an indoor accident?I could make her roll down the stairs and break her neck.It's for that dancer from Marseilles.Or, let her get drunk and drown in the bathtub.That was for an heiress in Gstaad, Switzerland.I could also have her die of a drug overdose.He has done three in this way.Plus, I've even put her to sleep forever with a lighted cigarette in her hand.That's how the poor Swedish detective died mysteriously in Hotel L on the left bank of the Seine in Paris.Maybe you prefer the outdoors?Then I can cause a traffic accident or a plane crash.To make it more beautiful, I simply let the passenger plane disappear completely in a certain area of the sea. But he didn't say everything he thought at the moment.In fact, he was a little apprehensive about the man across the table, about whom he had already heard many terrible rumors.So he had no reason to disbelieve the truth of those stories at all. He just replied respectfully now: "Yes, sir. I can do it. I won't let anyone know." As he said this, he couldn't help thinking: But he should know that I will know. .He waited with his attitude.From time to time there came from outside the window a lively din, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes hoarse, in a local dialect made up of several languages.Such a peculiar language is obviously only suitable for the local residents of this city. Demiris scrutinized him coldly with obsidian sharp eyes. Finally he said, "Very well. As for the method, you can decide for yourself." "Okay, sir. Is the target in Kowloon now?" "In London, her name is Catherine, Catherine Alexander. She is currently working in my London branch." "It would be much easier if I could be introduced to her. Then I could use my vantage point to approach her." Demiris thought for a moment. "I'm sending a delegation of managers to London next week. I can put you in that delegation." He leaned forward and whispered, "One more thing." "What is it, sir." "I don't want anyone to identify her body."