Into the Blue

The rain was beginning to ease and dusk to fall when Harry left Police Headquarters. He felt overwhelmingly reluctant to return to Lindos, where only an empty villa and sundry reminders of Heather awaited him. Instead he made his way down to the harbour and walked out along the eastern mole till he had reached its far end. It was deserted, as he had hoped. He sat at the base of the column on which the statue of a doe stood guard over the harbour entrance and gazed out at the darkening blend of sea and sky, taking comfort from the chill wind tugging at his hair and the rain spitting at his face.

Then, when night had irrefutably closed upon the scene, he walked slowly back towards the floodlit walls of the medieval Old Town, tired and cold enough by now to think that human company might be bearable. Entering by Freedom Gate, he wandered into the Knights

Some amalgam of guesswork, inspiration and logic uncannily like an assurance from Heather