The next day Gabriel was standing on a balcony overlooking a picturesque villa, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. He nervously tapped his foot as he dialled a number on his sleek new phone. After a few rings, Markos picked up. 

Gabriel called him by his real name. “Markos, it's Gabriel. We need to talk.” On the other end, Markos's voice is laced with suspicion. “What do you want, Gabriel? I was meaning to come to you already.” 

“No, this is serious. Meet me at the ...