Inspector Jacobs looked in to Andrew’s blue eyes. ‘A
beautiful color they were’, he thought. ‘That is probably the color of the
Mediterranean sea as the sun plays with the waves in the summer.’ He wondered
what Andrew Nikolakis did for a living but something told him it was probably
wise not to ask. He cleared his throat and said ‘Andrew, the SFPD appreciates
you flying in at such short notice to San Francisco. We were hoping to gather
as much information as possible about George as his friends and acquaintances
may provide us with valuable information.’
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