Armand

For those keeping score, I am still on the run.

Everyone knows I’m guilty – Mercury, Silas – and I do, too.

From his prison cell, Sheriff Paul fingered me as an accomplice in the crime. So far, I have managed to elude capture. Since Paul’s arrest, I have remained out of sight, which has been bad for “business” at the track.

I’ve relocated several times and I am rapidly running out of money. Something’s going to have to give.

I’ve been in touch with my nephew, Nico, who still works for me on occasion. He will do anything I ask.

Nico took a job on the Lady Lux working for Lindy several months ago, working as a deckhand and living onboard. I’d met Lindy at a golf match overseas, back when Mick was at “peak Mick” … back when I was in circulation.

Besides his deckhand job, unknown to Lindy, Nico has been keeping me apprised of events there. For example, Nico learned from Lindy that, after reconciling with Mercury, he planned to use the ship to play host to their revitalized marriage by traveling around the US and Europe.

With Nico’s knowledge of the ship’s itinerary, I expected to direct him to take advantage of the ship’s movement to distribute “product.” But that may now be a moot point.

Now that the marriage of Lindy and Mercury appears to be over – by everyone else other than Lindy.

And now that my business at the track has essentially ceased.

I’ve been extremely careful to remain out of sight. I learned recently from Nico that the Lady Lux is on its way up the river, heading back to Middle Valley. Nico informs me that Lindy is making the trip to Middle Valley because he feels that he has – at long last – “found himself,” regaining purpose and control of his life.

The failed magazine, it seems, is behind him and now he can turn his attention to his fragile marriage and Mercury.

Nico says Lindy is anxious to reconcile. Sentiment on board, however, it’s unlikely to happen.

The Lady Lux should reach Middle Valley in a few days, Nico tells me.

Perhaps I can fit below deck … I wouldn’t eat much, and for sure, I’d be quiet.

Perhaps Nico can make that happen.

By Gunnar Olafsson

Gunnar hails from Iceland where he has been a fiction and news writer. He is best known for his pocket tour guides Reykjavik on a Budget and Summer in Iceland. He considers his greatest literary influence to be the prolific Snorri Sturluson, known for writing historical sagas and poetry. When he’s not writing, Gunnar enjoys exploring Icelandic geology and taking part in archaeological digs.