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used to the heavily accented English spoken in Miami, wasn’t fazed, even though he couldn’t quite place it. It wasn’t a Cuban or other Hispanic accent. No, this man was no Cubano. He was something different.
    “What are you talking about? He had no interest in Greece.
    “What was he looking for?” AJ said.
    “He did not share with me at once what he was doing. We spent many hours, first on the telephone, then together over coffee, much like this,” Ceres said, motioning to the dark liquid in white china. “He asked many questions about my occupation experience.”
    “What occupation? He was a lawyer.”
    “No, my friend, he asked about the German occupation of Greece.”
    “What? No. You were in WWII? You must be…?”
    “Don’t trouble yourself with my age. I don’t really know how old I am. Records in my country were not very good. You see, I was born to a poor family in the Greek hills. Let us just say I was a boy who helped the Americans, helped your grandfather. That is, what is the word, the irony? I knew your grandfather, and your father found me by accident … trying to learn what happened,” Ceres said.
    “What do you mean what happened? My grandfather?”
    “Your father and I spoke many times. He traveled many places, but I was fortunate he visited me often the last few months.”
    As Mr. Savas spoke, AJ recalled his father had been away a lot. He had been relieved he wasn’t there to argue with him as often, though now he regretted the thought.
    “When I felt I could trust him, when I believed he was my friend’s son, I told him I had something for him,” Ceres said. “He thought it was a history text or some government papers. I would only tell him of it if he came to see it. I did this so he would believe. You see, I had not told your father I knew his father. I had provided him with information, clues if you will and given him, some … objects as well. That last time he visited, I told him the whole story and about this.”
    Reaching into the leather folio at his side, Ceres retrieved a small, worn black notebook. He held the notebook gently in his strong, heavily veined hands, turning it over, looking at it with a reverence that startled AJ.
    “Look, Mr. Savas. You seem like a nice man. I don’t want to offend you, but I don’t know what your game is or what you want.
    As you know, my father was killed recently. I am trying to find out why and who killed him. I don’t have time for Greek myths,” AJ said.
    Ceres looked straight at AJ. The intensity in those steel eyes sent a shudder through him.
    “What do I want? My friend, I want to remove the ghosts from your past. You see, your father came to see me the day he died.”
    “What? Why haven’t you come forward before now? The Boston police are looking for anyone who spoke to my father that day.”
    “He was to call me the next day. He said he had to think about what I had told him … about his father. I was worried when he did not call, so I went away. Then days later I read in the newspaper he had been killed, I realized I too could be in danger. I made my way here, carefully, to see you. I have kept quiet so long.”
    “What’s it all about? Who killed him? Why?” AJ asked, almost desperately.
    “Your father was trying to learn what happened to his father in the war, to learn the truth. This book and this” he tapped his grey temple, “hold that truth.”
     
    The electronic sign at the Bank of Coral Gables flashed 3:10 p.m. as AJ pulled into the parking lot. He noticed it had changed to 94 degrees as he strolled into the lobby. A burst of cold air inside startled him. No wonder everyone’s always sick in the summertime .
    “Thank you for calling ahead, Mr. Pantheras,” the bank manager said as AJ settled into a chair. “It makes this unfortunate process much easier,” he said. “It normally takes several days to arrange…”
    “We went through all that on the phone. You have what you need. Let’s get on