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plucking down several prints.
She picked them up and shuffled through them saying, “He was alright I guess. Gave me the name of a Mr. Greenfield. That might be him driving this fork lift,” she said, calling attention to one of the photos. “Is this warehouse in the red zone?”
“Yeah, it appears to be located in a special area on the dock,” he said, looking over her shoulder at the picture. “No one can get in there without identification. That’s going to present a problem for you.”
“Maybe?” she said.
He stood up and walked around to the front of her desk and sat down on its edge. “So what does maybe mean?” he said, leaning forward placing a hand over hers and the photos.
Reese looked up at him. “I think I can get a private tour of the docks.”
“Oh?” said Doug with suspicion that he wasn’t going to like her answer.
“Nikolaus Drakos. I met him a few nights ago. He’s going to give me that private tour. I sensed he liked me. I’ll confess to him I’m new to the Savannah Daily and that you wanted my first assignment to be a human interest story on the hard-working dock workers of Savannah.”
Doug leaned back and clasped his hands into his lap while giving her statement some thought. After a brief pause, “Well, can’t say I like the idea, but it does have merit. I’m just wondering if he’ll see through to your real intentions. He’s no dummy that one, even if his father never gave him much credit for having sense. Viktor only ever thought of him as weak and a spoiled brat, and now that he’s older, just a worthless womanizer. You be careful around him and don’t lead him on more than you have to in order get on his good side. I don’t trust the man and, if truth be told, he’s probably more ruthless than his father.”
“Wow, Doug!” she said, looking into his chiseled face. You don’t like that family very much do you? What happened between you and Viktor Drakos?”
He got up from her desk and looking angrily into her eyes said, “Just stick to the story you’re assigned. Anything between me and Viktor is history and not pertinent to your investigation. You keep me informed, you hear?”
“Yes Doug, I will.”
He walked away but Reese couldn’t get it out of her mind that her hiring was part of a plan to get revenge on Drakos.
Thumbing through the photos again, she said to herself, “I better be really careful. I don’t know any of these people or what motivates them. I surely don’t want to get caught in the middle of a feud.”
Within a few minutes after meeting with Doug, Reese found Shelley and asked her how she could get in touch with Nikolaus. Her only recommendation was to call the Drakos Shipping Company. “After all,” Shelley said, “people like them don’t leave their contact information in the telephone book.”
Reese also had thought to leave a note with Gino at Bistro Bistro in the event Nikolaus returned there for dinner. Luck was with her when her desk phone rang and she received a call from Nikolaus.
“Hello Miss Summers. I understand you’ve been trying to get in touch with me?”
She listened to his voice which was soft and inviting but, at the same time, she was nervous and unsure about continuing her quest. With some reluctance she replied, “Yes Mr. Drakos, I have been looking for you. Any chance we can meet? Please don’t think I’m too forward, but I’d like to get to know you better.”
“Please,” he answered, “call me Nikolaus. Mr. Drakos sounds so formal and too much like my father and I’m nothing like him. Look, I just arrived here at the restaurant and I’m alone. Why don’t you come join me as my guest? I’d like nothing better than to see you again.”
“Alright,” she impulsively responded, “I can be there in about fifteen minutes. Twenty tops.”
“Fine Miss Summers. Or may I call you Reese?”
“Yes, I’d prefer it if we were on a first-name basis,” she said.
“Then I’ll be waiting for
She picked them up and shuffled through them saying, “He was alright I guess. Gave me the name of a Mr. Greenfield. That might be him driving this fork lift,” she said, calling attention to one of the photos. “Is this warehouse in the red zone?”
“Yeah, it appears to be located in a special area on the dock,” he said, looking over her shoulder at the picture. “No one can get in there without identification. That’s going to present a problem for you.”
“Maybe?” she said.
He stood up and walked around to the front of her desk and sat down on its edge. “So what does maybe mean?” he said, leaning forward placing a hand over hers and the photos.
Reese looked up at him. “I think I can get a private tour of the docks.”
“Oh?” said Doug with suspicion that he wasn’t going to like her answer.
“Nikolaus Drakos. I met him a few nights ago. He’s going to give me that private tour. I sensed he liked me. I’ll confess to him I’m new to the Savannah Daily and that you wanted my first assignment to be a human interest story on the hard-working dock workers of Savannah.”
Doug leaned back and clasped his hands into his lap while giving her statement some thought. After a brief pause, “Well, can’t say I like the idea, but it does have merit. I’m just wondering if he’ll see through to your real intentions. He’s no dummy that one, even if his father never gave him much credit for having sense. Viktor only ever thought of him as weak and a spoiled brat, and now that he’s older, just a worthless womanizer. You be careful around him and don’t lead him on more than you have to in order get on his good side. I don’t trust the man and, if truth be told, he’s probably more ruthless than his father.”
“Wow, Doug!” she said, looking into his chiseled face. You don’t like that family very much do you? What happened between you and Viktor Drakos?”
He got up from her desk and looking angrily into her eyes said, “Just stick to the story you’re assigned. Anything between me and Viktor is history and not pertinent to your investigation. You keep me informed, you hear?”
“Yes Doug, I will.”
He walked away but Reese couldn’t get it out of her mind that her hiring was part of a plan to get revenge on Drakos.
Thumbing through the photos again, she said to herself, “I better be really careful. I don’t know any of these people or what motivates them. I surely don’t want to get caught in the middle of a feud.”
Within a few minutes after meeting with Doug, Reese found Shelley and asked her how she could get in touch with Nikolaus. Her only recommendation was to call the Drakos Shipping Company. “After all,” Shelley said, “people like them don’t leave their contact information in the telephone book.”
Reese also had thought to leave a note with Gino at Bistro Bistro in the event Nikolaus returned there for dinner. Luck was with her when her desk phone rang and she received a call from Nikolaus.
“Hello Miss Summers. I understand you’ve been trying to get in touch with me?”
She listened to his voice which was soft and inviting but, at the same time, she was nervous and unsure about continuing her quest. With some reluctance she replied, “Yes Mr. Drakos, I have been looking for you. Any chance we can meet? Please don’t think I’m too forward, but I’d like to get to know you better.”
“Please,” he answered, “call me Nikolaus. Mr. Drakos sounds so formal and too much like my father and I’m nothing like him. Look, I just arrived here at the restaurant and I’m alone. Why don’t you come join me as my guest? I’d like nothing better than to see you again.”
“Alright,” she impulsively responded, “I can be there in about fifteen minutes. Twenty tops.”
“Fine Miss Summers. Or may I call you Reese?”
“Yes, I’d prefer it if we were on a first-name basis,” she said.
“Then I’ll be waiting for
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