Bourdon informed his employer. Gikas remained stoically calm. “Here?” he asked, uncertain he had heard correctly. “They are coming to Corfu?” “Yes.” The wealthy Greek wasn’t sure how to react. His surprise was evident, washing away the normally unemotional expression on his face. He had long suspected that his home was close to where Caesar had left the Eye of Zeus, but Gikas didn’t dare let himself get his hopes up. It was folly to dream wistfully that the thing he coveted most in the world would be right under his nose. That seemed to be exactly the case. “There is a problem, however,” Bourdon added. “Problem?” Gikas didn’t like the sound of that. Problems were something his hired hands dealt with. Whatever it was Bourdon was about to tell him, he hoped the mercenary would be able to handle it. Otherwise, Gikas would begin to question his decision about bringing the man onboard. “The plane they are tracking is an American government plane.” “Yes, I am aware of the Americans’ involvement.
