The Somali Deception Episode IV (A Cameron Kincaid Serial) Read Online Free Page B

arrival to determine if Nikos was at the
compound.   Apparently, he was not.   So, when Cameron drove the Aston Martin
into the parking bay, their expectation was that Nikos was already out for the
evening.   The playboy was surely at
a café, preparing to watch the sunset, and would soon be partaking one of the
islands famed mega-clubs.   Nikos’
absence suited Cameron fine.   Without games or confrontation, the search for Christine would be
easier.
    The Stratos Ibiza compound was
architecturally similar to the chalet in Gstaad at a smaller scale.   When Annalisa led Cameron and Pepe into
the principal dwelling, the main difference from the Gstaad decor was that the
walls were ivory as opposed to the crimson paper they had seen during their
small tour of the chalet.   The walls
were lined with photographs, as the chalet had been, however there were no
signs of the antiqued Victorian motif.   The décor of the Ibiza villa was youthful, modern, and topical.   The central room opened to a high
ceiling and the rooms of the next level shared the glass walled cerulean blue
ocean view from the interior balcony.   A tall bright tapestry hung on one side of the room and a large Britto
multicolored pop canvas spanned the height of the other.   Large fronds shot out of planters near
the edge of the room and large puffy brilliant colored pillows covered the
three white sofas and floor.
    “Feel free to check every part
of the house,” said Stratos.   “Annalisa
has shut down security and will open any door that remains locked.   I want this to be settled once and for
all.”
    Cameron detected the temper of
the Greek man was sneaking in.   He
deduced that Stratos was sure the villa was empty.   Stratos certainly would have had
Annalisa ask the staff.   “We’ll be
quick,” said Cameron, and to keep Stratos’ temper from flaring added, “We
appreciate the indulgence.”
    Already walking toward the white
bar on the side of the room, his lip curled, his head nodding, Stratos turned
his head back toward the two men.   Precisely at that moment, Annalisa entered the room from behind
them.   She had excused herself to
‘freshen up’ on their arrival, and was changed into a revealing full bikini
top, and a flowing white wrap around her waist.   When Cameron had first met her at the
chalet he was taken by her stunning beauty, yet her well-endowed proportions
had been hidden beneath the slacks and wool sweater.
    As if she were a hostess
greeting the two man at a spa resort Annalisa raised her hand toward the
staircase.   “Gentlemen if you can
please follow me we can begin the tour.”
    The tour, Annalisa had said, and
her description could not have been more precise.   The two did follow, through every
luxurious upstairs room, each with fine furnishings and an oceanic view.   They followed through the glass walled
suites to the sides of the central room, each with hot tubs and other
amenities.   Along her tour, Annalisa
described the photos on the walls of the hallway and the special aspects of each
room, as she had done at the chalet.   They returned to the lower level and then toured every room there, and
then went, through a subterranean passage, to the other villas.   They toured the fully industrial kitchen
equipped to cater hundreds, the large courtyard containing two infinity pools
and three spa bathhouses, and then the staff villa, with a private pool and
bathhouse that alone could compete with any resort.
    For Cameron and Pepe’s
satisfaction Annalisa took the time to openly speak with each staff member they
came across.   For each maid and
gardener she made an introduction and asked if they had seen Mister Nikos and
when they each replied yes, with an over warmed pleasing smile that barely
masked their individual disgust for the young master, she would ask if he had
brought any guest to the villa, to which each of them replied no, or they did
not know, or referred another staff member better fitted