"Sounds good." He looked up. "What are you doing?"
"I need that disk I showed you tonight. We can use it for the backup. It's in my purse, which I now realize I left in the car when I came in. I was slightly crazy at the time." She was turning. "God, it seems like ages."
"Look, why don't you let me—?"
"You don't know where I parked it. My secret hiding place."
"Maybe we ought to send Zeno, or Adriana—"
"Just sit tight. Only be a minute." She wrapped her coat about her and, before he could protest, disappeared out the door, humming.
She was a marvel. Everything he'd remembered.
"Are you still awake?" Zeno was trudging into the room, still wearing his frayed nightshirt.
"We just solved the riddle of the sphinx, old friend. Except now we have to translate it."
"You should be sleeping, Michael. Go now, catch an hour or so. I will start making arrangements. Get tickets for you both on the car ferry to Athens, a pistol, maybe new passports if you want. We have work to do." He reached and took the cup of coffee Adriana was urging on him.