local.â
âLetâs check out all the bars and
tavernas
at the docks. He could be hanging out near the ferry landing stage.â
âThe police will be searching everywhere, but weâll add our eyes.â
For the next two hours, they covered the waterfront, but didnât see anyone who resembled Darren. âStavros? Letâs go on board the ferry thatâs loading and take a look inside the vehicles. I know the police will have already done that, but maybe they missed something. What do you think?â
He saw the pleading in her eyes. It tugged at him. Neither of them wanted to give up the search, even if the police had already looked here.
âYouâre reading my mind again.â
This was the first ferry of the day leaving for Keramoti. If Darren wanted to get off the island as fast as possible, this would be the one to take.
After parking the Jeep, he paid the fee and they walked on board, following the line of passengers. Since it was a Saturday of full-on summer, crowds of tourists slowed the lines down. He saw two police officers working the line.
Those people with cars had parked them end to end along the sides of the open air hold.
While everyone else went up on the deck to watch their departure, Stavros and Andrea inspected the interiors of each vehicle. All were empty. There were several small trucks. They eyed each other before he looked in the back of the first one. It was filled with lawn mower equipment.
Andrea moved forward to look inside the back of the next truck parked farther down. Stavros knew sheâd found something when she came running toward him. âQuick,â she whispered. âThereâs a tarp covering something. I thought I saw movement and I donât dare lift it off without you.â
He grasped her upper arms. Their mouths were only centimeters apart. It was a miracle he restrained himself from kissing her senseless. âYou stay here.â
Her breathing sounded shallow. âI wonât let you do this alone.â
Stavros inhaled sharply. âThen stay behind me.â After letting her go with reluctance, he walked to the pickup truck in question and took a look for himself. In the next instant, he climbed over the tailgate. Reaching down, he removed the tarp. Sure enough, a body dressed in jeans and tennis shoes was wedged between several packing boxes. A pair of brown eyes stared up at him in shock. His head was resting on his backpack.
âDarren Lewis.â Stavros spoke in English, standing over him. âStay where you are.â He pulled out his cell phone and called the police lieutenant.
After a moment the other man answered. âKyrie Konstantinos? I wish I had better news for you.â
âOur worries are over. Weâve found the missing teenager on board the ferry in Thassos town. Heâs hiding in the back of a white pickup truck.â
âMy men said they searched every car.â
âThis teen has been elusive. Contact the ferry captain and tell him not to leave shore yet. Despinis Linford and I will detain the Lewis boy until you arrive.â
âIâll be there in ten minutes.â
Stavros helped Andrea up over the tailgate. She thanked him and sat down on one of the packing boxes. By this time, the teen was sitting up, but he didnât try to get away.
âDarren? Iâm Andrea Linford from PanHellenic Tours. This is Mr. Konstantinos, the managing director of the Konstantinos Marble Corporation.â Not anymore. âWeâve been looking for you since you disappeared yesterday.â
He averted his eyes.
âYour tour director, Georgios, and your teacher, Mrs. Shapiro, have been frantic. Your parents were notified of your disappearance and are on their way here.â
The boy went a sickly ashen color. âMy mom and dad are coming?â
She nodded. âThatâs right. The police will take you to them in Thessaloniki.â
âIâm eighteen and