“You’re sure he’s okay?” Remi asked.
“I’m sure. He seems to have settled down a bit these last two days. I think he and Zoe realized that it was better to leave the investigating to the police.”
“I had the same feeling, too,” Sam agreed.
“Don’t worry,” Nikos said as he piloted the boat out of the bay. “We’ll get you to Samos in plenty of time to make your flight.”
Once they arrived at the port in Pythagorio, Nikos received a radio call from Manos. He looked over at them, his brow knit with concern. “Perhaps we’re wrong. Maybe Dimitris is taking Tassos’s death far harder than we realized. And maybe taking things into his own hands. The Star Catcher was seen cruising along the south side of the Kyrils’ island between here and Patmos. And Dimitris is not answering his phone or the radio.”
“Kyrils’ island? Why would he go there?” Sam asked.
“The majority of the Kyril olives are grown on that island.” The radio crackled as another transmission came in. This time, he stepped in the cabin and shut the door.
Remi watched him through the window, then turned to Sam. “You need to do something,” she said, her green eyes filled with worry. “It’s clear Dimitris has gone there to look for evidence on the man he thinks killed Zoe’s grandfather. Obviously, he got the idea from you. Which means he’s following in your footsteps. That makes it your fault.”
It took a moment for Sam to realize she wasn’t joking. “My fault? How did you come to that conclusion?”
“Because you’re the one who flew all the way out here,” Remi said, getting flustered. “Being a knight in shining armor and all.”
“Hold up here, Longstreet. Last night you were happy I followed you.”
“That’s not the point,” she said, her cheeks turning red.
Sam couldn’t help but smile. “You do realize, that defies all logic?”
“Well, Fargo, why did you come?”
“The North Star. I was worried about you.”
“See? Logic has everything to do with this.” She took a deep breath and gave him a satisfied smile. While her explanation made no sense to him, what she said next was perfectly clear. “Nikos helped you rescue me. The least we can do is help him find Dimitris.”
She was right, of course. He opened the email Selma had sent, found the
link to the booking site, and canceled their flight. Remi’s return smile softened the sting over the change fee they were likely to be charged. “I’ll call Selma and let her know.”
She picked up on the first ring. “Mr. Fargo. You canceled your flight. Did your investor meeting get changed?”
As efficient as she was turning out to be, he supposed he shouldn’t have been too surprised that she already knew. “Something came up,” he said.
“Did you want me to rebook?”
“Not yet. Hard to say when this . . . issue will resolve.”
“I see. I assume you’ll call or email when you’re ready?”
“I will,” Sam said. “There is something you can do in the meantime.” He turned slightly, lowering his voice. “If I text you the phone number, can you call my friend Blake and let him know I won’t be able to make that meeting after all?”
“Would you like me to give a reason?”
“Just offer my apologies. I have a feeling that the truth might be a little hard to believe.”
The moment he disconnected, Remi looked at him, her eyes wide with another kind of guilt. “Oh, Sam . . . Why didn’t you say something? How selfish of me.”
“Remi, stop. It’s not that important. You’re important.”
“Your investor meeting is important. It’s your future. You need to go. This is all my fault.”
Nikos walked out, overhearing them. “What’s your fault?”