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a street where two young Nigerian girls were showing off
their wares. I’m more discreet usually, but couldn’t help but watch
as they called out to men driving by and squeezing their breasts to
present them. Not that they were in any way hidden, of course. The
girls, not the breasts. It was broad daylight.
    I
thought these things happen only at night?
    Talk
about a distorted worldview from TV.
    Loud
chewing of gum, perky lips, fishnets. Some animal prints of course.
It was like an unofficial uniform, as if there were general
guidelines posted up somewhere with what a prostitute should wear
to be considered one. You could mix and match, but the general view
should work like a neon sign.
    Billy
took one peek and then proceeded along as if nothing
happened.
    The poor
boy was embarrassed, that big cushy wushy!
     
     
    We got
to the sculpture, at last. Yup, it was big and tall and metal and
rusty. Piece of garbage in a man form.
    “ There it is,” Billy said as if the female partner, moi, was
blind or something and couldn’t notice a huge metal man by
herself.
    I told
him exactly that.
    “ Just sayin’, here we are. What now?”
    “ No idea,” I said, and had no idea. At all. I checked my
phone, no new messages. Not from this Prodromos, that is. I always
had new messages, from stalkers and gawkers and droolers. Those
were my own categories, I’ll explain them another time.
    But from
the man in question, nothing.

Chapter
18
     
    “ So…”
    “ So what?”
    “ What now?”
    “ Beats me!”
    The
metal man was taunting us. Taunting me. Terminator my 700 like-ass,
this guy was useless.
    Billy
was discreet, searching around for clues or any hidden messages in
the sculpture, but after an hour or so he was just shoving his arm
in its gaps risking tetanus and sudden finger-loss.
    I’d
located the cleanest spot I could find and was lying in the
sun.
     
    At that
point I unconsciously checked my phone for like the fortieth time
and remembered about that thingy Deppy was excited about. The veil?
Something like that.
    I opened
the app and scanned around for stuff. A vendor across the street
branched out with information. OMG, what a furry fetish. Keep it to
yourself man!
    I
pointed it towards the metal statue.
    Billy
was there, with minimal information of course. The profile picture
was from the mandatory registration at school, the public data as
little as possible.
    Then the
Terminator lit up.
    Not
literally, the veil version of him. The artist’s name popped up,
links to the articles relevant to the story. And a pi.
    A greek
π.
    I tapped
the link and got a loading screen.
    “ Hey Billy, come here! I got something,” I told him and showed
him the phone.
    The app
reloaded and showed a big arrow over the live video, pointing the
way.
    “ It seems so,” Billy said and we hesitated.

Chapter
19
     
    We walked down the alleys, guided by the phone
prompts. It was really hot and I wanted to go home, but my
curiosity was getting the better of me.
    Billy
was following me closely, towering over my shoulder to glance at
the little screen himself, craning his head back, never
relaxing.
    The
arrow was taking us towards a multi-story parking space, one of
those whole buildings where you can park by the hour, because
finding a spot in the middle of Athens is pretty much
impossible.
    But then
the arrow was gone, so I stopped.
    I
slapped the damn thing.
    “ What?” Billy asked, as he stumbled slightly on my
back.
    “ Nothing. That’s it, nothing,” I said breathing
out.
    “ Where was it pointing before it was gone?”
    “ To that parking building, I think. I’m not sure.”
    Billy
squinted and looked up at the building. It was five floors
tall.
    My phone
then blipped and a message read, “You are being followed. Lose
them. π.”
    I whispered, “Look,” and showed the message to my tall
friend. I had never been followed before. Not like that, I think.
Followed by teenagers, sure. Some leery men, too. A creep or two,
when I