The Collectors Book Five (The Collectors Series 5) by Ron Sewell

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                  Petros slid behind the wheel and turned the ignition. Photis and Bear jumped in the front passenger seat.
                  “When we’re near Limassol directions might be handy, Photis.”
                  “He’s asleep,” said Maria. “Don’t worry, I know the way. If you want I’ll drive.”
                  “It’s okay,” said Petros, “I’ll be fine once I’m on the Troodos road.”
                  Two missed turnings and an hour later Petros turned off the ignition and helped Photis to the ground.
                  Alysa jumped out and studied everything before she noticed Eleni sat in the shade of the many vines. The others watched as she skipped towards her.
                  “Are you aunt Eleni?”
                  “I am.”
                  “Are you old?”
                  “I was old when you were born. Do you know who this is?”
                  Alysa looked intently at a photograph before pointing. “That’s mama and papa with me in the middle, when I was a baby. I’m nearly five.”
                  Zena and Maria stood at Eleni’s side, bent and kissed her on the cheek.
                  “Shall I make some coffee?” said Zena.
                  Eleni grabbed her hand. “Please, Photis has to look after me these days. It will be nice to have women in the house and of course you, Alysa.”
                  “I’m a girl,” said Alysa.
                  “And don’t we know it,” said Petros.
                  “Papa wouldn’t bring Yarlie.”
                  “And who is Yarlie?” said Eleni.
                  “He’s a full grown Alsatian who dotes on her. She can do no wrong. He’s better off at home with my brother taking care of him. It’s too hot in Cyprus.”
                  Eleni held Alysa’s hand. “Your papa is right about Yarlie. And anyway, he will be waiting when you get home.”
                    Bear and Petros carried their luggage inside and up the stairs. Both noticed the once pristine house although clean was not up to Eleni’s standards.
                  “We get old,” said Bear.
                  “With mama, Maria and Jocelyn here it’ll soon be as it was. I’ll have a word with Maria and see if we can arrange for a live-in housekeeper.”
                  They dumped their suitcases in what appeared to be the correct rooms and returned to the courtyard.
                  Maria handed out the mugs of coffee and lemonade for Alysa.
                  “Aunt Eleni, did Photis tell you Bear and I are leaving tomorrow to visit Thessalonica for a few days? Our flight’s at six in the morning, so we’ll get a taxi to the airport.”
                  She smiled and nodded.
                  “Zena, Maria,” said Photis, “I have enough food in the kitchen for our meal tonight.”
                  Zena moved towards him and held his arm. “While I am here, leave everything to me. You look after aunt Eleni.”
                  He leant back on the wall of the fountain in the courtyard and sipped his coffee. “That will be good for Eleni.”
                  Exhausted, everyone retired early.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    With the minimum of luggage, Petros and Bear flew out of Larnaca to Thessalonica at six in the morning. Bear slept until Athens where a change of aircraft was necessary.
                  In the arrivals area Zane Vasco checked the time and held up a placard with the name Petros