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aren’t imprisoned.”
    Chris and his teammates compared the photos with people in the video.
    “We already did that,” Jason said. When Sonny gave Jason the stink eye, he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “But you’re welcome to check again.”
    The trio continued their comparison but discovered nothing new. Chris looked to Jason. “Do you have background files on everyone who attended the party?”
    He sighed before stepping away from the table, then returned with a stack of files. He dropped them on the table with a thud . That attitude won’t get him very far , Chris thought, and he didn’t bother to thank the man. Instead, he, Hannah, and Sonny pored through the folders.
    Minutes later, Sonny pointed to one of the files. “That guy has a thin file.”
    “That’s Xander Metaxas, a friend of mine and a close ally of the US,” Ambassador Garcia said. “He owns Athens Sustainable Energy. Xander has both Greek and American citizenship and is popular with many of the locals.”
    “Why is his file so thin?” Chris asked.
    “I know Xander personally,” Ambassador Garcia said. “I did not think there was a need to investigate him. But if you think thickening his file will be of use, I will help you get the information you need.”
    “Let’s look at who came into contact with Xander,” Sonny suggested.
    Chris and Hannah nodded.
    They rewound the video and played it again, noting the people who came into contact with Michael.
    In the video on the monitor, Michael had stepped out of the camera view. Chris rewound and pointed to the tall man. “Xander?”
    “Yes,” the Ambassador said.
    “When Michael heads for the exit, Xander puts his hand in his pocket,” Chris said.
    “What does that mean?” Ambassador Garcia asked.
    “It could simply mean he put his hand in his pocket, or it could mean he’s activating a remote signaling device,” Sonny said.
    “Not Xander.” Ambassador Garcia shook his head. “Maybe someone else, but not him. He’s not even looking in Michael’s direction.”
    “Can you play the video again, from right before Michael leaves the embassy, please, Jason?” Hannah asked.
    The diplomatic security officer tapped the keyboard.
    As the video played, Hannah said, “There, pause the video.”
    Jason did as she’d commanded.
    “That woman,” Hannah said, “looks to be in her early twenties, she leaves just before Michael does. Wasn’t she having a drink with him earlier? Rewind the video.”
    Jason did.
    “Pause,” Hannah said. “Right there.”
    The video froze.
    Hannah pointed to the monitor. “There she is having a drink with Michael. Who is she?”
    “That’s Xander’s daughter,” the ambassador said. “Her name is Evelina.”
    “That babe’s got a booty like a Bugatti,” Sonny said.
    The ambassador looked at Sonny like he’d just wiped his ass with a linen tablecloth.
    “She seems to be flirting with Michael,” Chris said.
    “Ambassador Garcia, can you set up a meeting for us with this Xander?” Hannah asked.
    “When?”
    “As soon as possible.”
    Ambassador Garcia took out his phone. “I’ll call him now.”
    While Chris and the others watched the video again and reexamined the photos and files, Ambassador Garcia called Xander Metaxas. The ambassador put the call on speakerphone.
    “Bob, what can I do for you?” a man’s voice asked.
    “I have three legal attachés from the States who were wondering if they might meet you and talk about Michael Winthrop and his kidnapping,” the ambassador said.
    “I saw that story on the news and was shocked. Is Mr. Winthrop okay?” Xander asked.
    “I haven’t heard anything more.”
    “Yes, I will give them all the information I can,” Xander said.
    “When would be a good time for them to visit you?”
    “Well, right now I am preparing for a cocktail party at my house tonight, so now would be difficult…”
    “Could they attend the party?” Ambassador Garcia suggested.
    “Wonderful. That is a