Captive in Crete: The First Jet Wilson Cozy Mystery (Jet Wilson Cozy Mysteries Book 1) by Lyssa Stanson (phonics story books .txt) 📗

could clearly hear a string of agitated Greek but understood almost nothing. One word I did understand though was “agape” the Greek word for love.

By the time the call was finished we were driving up the hill into Sivas. Spiros gave Matt the name of a rent-rooms and I was able to guide us to it. We stayed long enough to make sure it was the right place, and they had a room free for him. He thanked us for the lift and dragged his suitcase inside. As I manoeuvred myself out of the back and put the front seat upright, I noticed that Spiros had dropped his phone as he got out. I quickly picked it up and dashed inside, catching up to him as he was about to shut the door to his room.

“You dropped this,” I said holding it out to him, just as it rang again. We both looked down at the caller id on the screen. I just had time to see the name “Jenna” before Spiros snatched it out of my hand and rejected the call.

“My assistant,” he said, “I will call her back. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, as he shut the door in my face.

“Well, that was interesting,” said Matt as he drove us back into the centre of the village and thence towards Grandma’s house.

“Yes, I’m definitely putting him on my list.”

“Really? He wasn’t even on the island at the time.”

“We only have his word for that. Take a right here. If the police got his number from Adrianna’s phone, it would be his mobile and he could be anywhere and say he was in Athens. He got here pretty quick, didn’t he?”

“Well yes, I guess he did. You have a very devious mind Jet. Remind me not to get on your wrong side.”

“Here we are. Park up and come and meet Grandma.” I could see the motorbike parked up in its usual spot, the cat curled up on the seat again.

As we walked down the track, I glanced into the neighbouring garden and saw the little old lady in black sitting on a dining chair just outside her door. She smiled and waved at us, calling out a stream of unintelligible (to me) Greek. I smiled and waved and quickly led Matt down the garden path and out of her view. We met Grandma just coming out with a glass of something cool.

“Hi Grandma, this is Matt. We used to work together in London, and I met him walking along the beach in Komos. How bizarre is that? He gave me a lift back.”

“How good of you,” she said, offering a hand as she gave him a very thorough look-over. “And what a coincidence.”

“Yes,” said Matt, taking her hand and giving it a firm shake. “It’s a small world. But I’m very glad to see Jet again, we always got on well.”

“You must stay and have dinner with us. As a thank you for looking after my granddaughter.”

I wasn’t sure what Grandma’s perusal had told her. A dinner invitation could mean approval or could be a means to learn more before she decided if he was good enough to spend time with her granddaughter. Grandma had a habit of throwing me at men, or them at me; she was desperate for me to find the love of my life and live happily ever after. I would have to have words with her after he left and let her know that Matt could never think of me that way, nor me of him.

I was quite relieved when Matt graciously refused her invitation on the grounds that he was hot and sweaty with no clean clothes to change into. The thought of spending an embarrassing evening of Grandma having the wrong end of the stick was a bit much to bear. He happily accepted a rain check for the following evening though, and I was confident of being able to reign in Grandma’s ideas by then.

Chapter Seven – Wednesday morning

The next morning was bright and sunny. I woke to the sounds of Grandma pottering about in the next room. I was feeling very lazy and couldn’t quite bring myself to get out of bed, so I lay in the murky light and thought about the previous days’ events. The tingle of excitement at meeting Aristede (even though I didn’t want to take it any further, I could admit to finding him attractive, couldn’t I?); the shock of seeing Adrianna die, pretty much in front of my eyes; the unexpected pleasure of seeing a friend so far from home, and the fun of considering suspects with him.

I was just pondering what I wanted to do with my day, if anything, when Grandma knocked and popped her head round the door. I saw she was wearing her boiler suit again, so I wasn’t surprised when she told me she was off to search for the illusive Cretan Sea Pimpernel again.

“Would you like to come along, Jet? I’m going up into the hills and the views are magnificent. I’m just about to pack a picnic. We could make a day of it.”

“Mmm, that does sound nice Grandma. But I think I want a lazy day today. I might just sit in the garden and read my book, maybe potter into the village for lunch.”

“Well don’t overdo it, will you!” She laughed, coming into the room and kissing me on the forehead. “Have a lovely day. I’ll see you this evening.”

“Yes. Don’t forget Matt is coming for dinner. Should I start cooking something?”

“No, don’t be silly, you’re both on holiday. We’ll go out. Maybe to that little place up the hill, the views are lovely. You can even see the sea if you squint. Very romantic.”

“Now Grandma, I told you last night, Matt’s just a friend. We worked together but