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Dodds clicked his pen three times—a nervous habit. "Actually, ma'am, I think it’s neither. I noticed something in the Greek subtitles provided by the estate. Look at the word 'υπότιτλος' (subtitle) at the bottom. It’s misspelled in a very specific way. It’s missing the 'tau'—the same typo found in the ransom note we recovered yesterday."

"The victim’s daughter sent over a transcript," McDonald said, "but the translation looks like it was put through a blender. One line says he’s 'buying the farm,' and the next says he’s 'planting a vineyard.' Which is it? Is he being threatened or starting a hobby?" Dodds clicked his pen three times—a nervous habit

McDonald leaned over his shoulder. On the screen, a grainy video showed the victim arguing with a masked figure. The audio was a chaotic blur of Greek and English. Look at the word 'υπότιτλος' (subtitle) at the

DS Dodds looked up from a precariously balanced tower of biscuits, his spectacles sliding down his nose. "The shipping magnate who went missing from his villa? I’ve been looking at the security footage, ma'am. But there’s a bit of a... linguistic hurdle." One line says he’s 'buying the farm,' and

"Dodds! Tell me you’ve seen the file on the Katsaros case."

The sun was barely over the limestone crescents of Bath when DCI Lauren McDonald marched into the station, clutching a tablet.