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to touch the soft red petals. “You didn’t see who delivered it?”
    “No.” Eleni planted her hands on her hips and frowned at the flower. “There was no note with it. I swept the
    courtyard early this morning, and while I was sweeping off the steps I found it halfway down to the beach. It was
    lying there, pinned down by a rock.”
    Olivia’s heart raced. “Then whoever left it came from the beach.” It had to be from him .
    Eleni gasped. “Of course! It’s from Spiro! He lives just down the beach.” She clasped her hands together,
    grinning. “My beautiful Spiro and Olivia together, right here on Patmos. Oh, the beautiful babies you’ll have.”
    “Wait a minute. I’m not so sure it came from Spiro. And I don’t want you getting your hopes up about me living
    here. I specialize in criminals, and I seriously doubt if Patmos has enough of those to keep me in business.”
    Eleni sat at the table with a huff. “We do have criminals. Last year there was a boy from Hora whose bicycle
    was stolen. Right in front of the monastery, too. It was shocking.”
    Olivia shook her head as she drizzled honey on her bread. “Not bad enough.”
    “Humph. Why do you need criminals? Can’t you help normal crazy people? Patmos has plenty of those.
    There’s a goat herder in Kambos who talks to his goats.”
    Olivia sipped her tea. “It’s not unusual for people to talk to their animals.”
    “Ah, but in this case, his goats talk back. And the solid black goat speaks Turkish.”
    Olivia stifled a grin. “He’s the worst case you’ve got to offer?”
    Eleni tilted her head, considering. “Well, there’s the old widower in Skala who was caught peeping in Maria
    Stephanopoulos’s window. His son started taking him to the nude beach at Plaki once a week, so he’s much
    better now.”
    Olivia nodded. “I’m afraid that Peeping Tom syndrome is contagious. I heard there’s a widow woman in
    Grikos who uses a telescope to spy on a nearby goat herder.”
    Eleni scoffed. “I’m not a Peeping Tom! I’m just admiring Spiro. He’s a work of art. It’s like I’m going to the
    museum. And I’ve never seen him naked. That wouldn’t be right, not when I want him to marry my
    granddaughter.”
    Olivia winced, then took a bite of bread. Maybe her grandmother had a point. Not about Spiro, but about her
    work with criminals. Her life could be so different if she played it safe and lived here.
    Who was she kidding? She wouldn’t last two months before boredom drove her absolutely bonkers. She
    thrived on the excitement that came with her work at the FBI. At least she had until her job had brought her into
    contact with one criminal in particular. The monster, Otis Crump. She didn’t have to worry about him sending
    roses. That sick pervert preferred apples. Big red apples.
    roses. That sick pervert preferred apples. Big red apples.
    “Hmm.” Eleni drummed her fingers on the table as she glared at the rose. “I don’t like secrets. I want to know
    who this admirer is.”
    Olivia sighed. If dreams could come true, her secret admirer wouldn’t be Spiro, Giorgios, or Dimitrios. He’d
    be the mysterious man who jogged along the beach in the middle of the night. Could he have left the rose?
    Her heartbeat raced at the thought. One way or another, she’d find out tonight.
    Her heartbeat raced at the thought. One way or another, she’d find out tonight.

Chapter Three
    T hat’s not what you usually wear to go jogging,” Carlos commented as Robby strode
    across the family room.
    Robby grunted and headed into the kitchen. He’d already had one bottle of blood when he’d first wakened, so
    he wasn’t really hungry. This was just a precaution in case he actually met the Greek goddess. Sometimes
    good old-fashioned lust managed to trigger his lust for blood, and he didn’t want his fangs popping out and
    scaring her.
    He poured half a glass and warmed it up in the microwave.
    Carlos entered the kitchen. “Your hair’s