Chapter 98: Finally, a confession

She was going to tell him. 'What did you do once you'd helped him out there?'

Her eyes darted between the two, returning always to the man she loved, who loved her. 'He fainted, and I wanted to get a cloth to put on his face but Christos would not let me. He made me go back into the shop to finish washing the floor.'

'And that's when the three customers came in?'

'Yes.'

Her accent was thick but he was having no trouble understanding. 'What did they do?'

She fluttered. 'It is so hard to remember.'

'Try.' Phil was in no mood to play games.

Yanni squeezed her hands and she said, 'The girl, she looked at the magazines. The boys went to get some groceries.' She was reluctant to tell, slowing down. 'They came to the counter. The red-haired one, he had a knife and was doing something with it - I cannot remember.'

'What do you remember, Mrs Stavros?'