The Lost Labyrinth

III

Theofanis and Angelos were going through a folder of stills from the CCTV in the hotel lobby when the call came through. Theofanis listened for thirty seconds or so then turned to his boss. 'Trouble at the airport,' he said.

'What's it got to do with us?'

'They've arrested a bunch of Georgians. And that guy Daniel Knox too.'

Angelos grunted like he'd been punched in the gut. 'Knox,' he said, as though it were a swear word.

'Apparently he's been asking for us,' said Theofanis. 'Apparently he thinks we'll vouch for him.'

'Us?' asked Angelos incredulously. 'Vouch for him?'

'That's what they're saying. What do you want to do?'

Angelos checked his watch. 'How long do you reckon to get out there?'

'Forty minutes, I'd say. This time of night.'

Angelos grabbed his jacket in one hand, the file of photographs in the other, then strode towards the door. 'Tonight let's make it twenty.'