Researching a new murder mystery can be fun. Especially when it’s placed in Greece and you’re looking for the perfect spot to do the deed. Or find the corpse(s). Deep blue seas, wispy white clouds, green-brown hills, blood-red blood. Yes, finding the site is fun. Mainly because it’s something you can do without confiding your purpose to a soul beyond your own.
Saying, “Hi, can you suggest the perfect spot for a dismembering moment,” is not likely to get you the same sort of warm response as, “Your spanikopita are the best spinach pies I’ve ever tasted.” [Note: On the off chance that it does, take a hint from Sweeney Todd and dine elsewhere.]
In that spirit, I’ve taken to fading in among the anonymous tourists driving and hiking about Greece until the moment I come across that spot my deep, dark mysterious mind always told me must be out there. Then, voilà, let the mayhem begin.
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